Please, I want out of this.
My ears don’t want to hear what you see
think, know or feel.
My head sinks into the infant pillow
as I silently go the way of the fallen angel,
tongue muttering curses in some delirious language.
So, this is life?
Like a bird stuck in the throat while trying to push out a yowl,
never simple, easy, or completely digested. |
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