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Not a poem nor a life
I'm trapped in a repeating cycle of unwanted emotions.
I lock the doors behind my eyes leaving those who look with nothing but confusion in their eyes
I hear the laughter seeping through those cracks, hear the enjoyment of life through that tiny slit.
I sit waiting, begging my body desperately to get up and open those doors.
I can't move, I won't move.
My mind takes control, leaving me surrounded by darkness in the depths of my deepest thoughts.
I'm screaming for something now, anything.
Please, will anyone take my hand?
I wouldn't take my hand, these dirty hands ruin whatever they touch.
These hands that have wiped so many tears are no match for those of someone passing by.
For now I sit here watching, waiting.
My peace will come soon, the creator will soon meet his broken creation.
© Fay
I lock the doors behind my eyes leaving those who look with nothing but confusion in their eyes
I hear the laughter seeping through those cracks, hear the enjoyment of life through that tiny slit.
I sit waiting, begging my body desperately to get up and open those doors.
I can't move, I won't move.
My mind takes control, leaving me surrounded by darkness in the depths of my deepest thoughts.
I'm screaming for something now, anything.
Please, will anyone take my hand?
I wouldn't take my hand, these dirty hands ruin whatever they touch.
These hands that have wiped so many tears are no match for those of someone passing by.
For now I sit here watching, waiting.
My peace will come soon, the creator will soon meet his broken creation.
© Fay
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