Sight Seeing
TrappedClouds crawl across the sky. Days like this should never die. They do. It makes me cry.Trapped
From my bed, I see it all. I see dusk fall, throwing shadows against the wall.
These bars aren’t real. These wounds won’t heal. I’m trapped here of my own accord. These thoughts of mine can’t be ignored.
I stare for hours at the floor. I pound the door. I don’t want to think any more.
I slip back into bed. A crazy thought enters my head: “What if I’m dead?”
I grab my ears, twist my head and squeeze out tears. How ma
Sorry I haven't been around much....hope you still enjoy art, and hope u r well.
kind regards.
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"And most of all, my God, how does she make her eyes do that?"
My site:
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"And most of all, my God, how does she make her eyes do that?"
My site:
[link]
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