Sunday, April 13, 2014

Rotting Soul

I've memorized every crack in my ceiling
from the countless hours
I have spent
laying on my floor,
with nothing to soak into 
besides my disoriented introspection.

The only time my spirit ever tastes freedom
is on these pages right here.

I can only put up a fight
with my sanity for so long...

with each passing day

it rots.

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