Home. Part One
The walls,
Are closing in.
This room,
is shrinking.
The air,
is thinning.
The life,
is dying.
My heart,
is breaking.
And I,
am lonely.
....
I keep my window,
open.
I let the air,
sing.
I watch others,
from a screen
And I pray to fall.
I pray to fall into the surface,
Of freedom.
Of a life.
I pray to a god
That does not listen.
The only god around here,
Is the one,
who caged me.
The one who,
convinces,
me,
That isolation,
is what I deserve.
...
The walls
Are crashing down.
This room,
Is haunted.
The air,
is toxic.
This life,
is lifeless.
My heart,
is broken
And I am.
Alone.
