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Thursday, September 27, 2012

Hopeless Nights

Boxed in, trapped, stuck
The walls stood forebodingly,
Watching me drown.

There is fluorescence all around me,
But it is all dark, all black,
bleak unnaturalness, artificial, fake.

I want to give up,
admit my defeat.
Just let me be in peace.
But time strangles me
with moonlight chains.

Save me from this something,
rising in my throat,
tightening my jaw,
wetting my eyes. 

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