Yesterday seemed so filled with promise.
An exchange of warmth, the sharing of so much.
Now, the slumber so desperately needed teases and tantalises yet still elusive.
The walls have gotten closer yet
I fear to escape from them to face outside
My rage bubbles beneath the surface
I hide within .... afraid to move.
Even writing has lost what comfort I may find
The urge to reach out and simply feel a hand
I look down at my own and wonder...,
what man would ever want them touching these?
The exhaustion is winning now.
I look at the hovel and see what little was accomplished.
The abject bleakness is so complete.
I want to scream in rage but the effort is too much.
Why bother, if it doesn't do a damn bit of good.
The choices are fading from me.....
Even the voices seem forlorn , no longer angry just apathetic.
it just doesn't seem to matter much anymore......
An exchange of warmth, the sharing of so much.
Now, the slumber so desperately needed teases and tantalises yet still elusive.
The walls have gotten closer yet
I fear to escape from them to face outside
My rage bubbles beneath the surface
I hide within .... afraid to move.
Even writing has lost what comfort I may find
The urge to reach out and simply feel a hand
I look down at my own and wonder...,
what man would ever want them touching these?
The exhaustion is winning now.
I look at the hovel and see what little was accomplished.
The abject bleakness is so complete.
I want to scream in rage but the effort is too much.
Why bother, if it doesn't do a damn bit of good.
The choices are fading from me.....
Even the voices seem forlorn , no longer angry just apathetic.
it just doesn't seem to matter much anymore......
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