Poetry pill
numbing chill
awaken from your drugged slumber.
Decreasing will
wha
I want to say something,
but I don't have the
Someone come take me
Anyone will do
Someone talk to
I know that the wine dripping from my heart sometimes
It alludes us at will.
Coming, going, breathing for short
The well seems dry.
I know better, so on I
You can call it one thing.
I'll just call it another.
But
I sit and stare to see,
what it is inside
Trying hard to be misplaced,
I had no choice,
I
Ah yes,
A familiar sensation,
is coming from this season of
I'm so unsure of the things you feel
when words
Breathe in the thickness felt in this place,
exhale it
I hear you tapping at my door,
softly rhythmic yet
When will I accept
The fate handed to me?
The
Being alone must be alright
in a room that is as
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