for fear of feeling full
I’m wondering and wandering
my building’s full of ghosts
I convince myself I like it here
I try I sigh I do
the emptiness still falls
from the walls of my room
I am angry
I am restless
I am lonely
I am “full”
Mar 15, 2021
Mar 15, 2021 at 9:31 PM UTC
for fear of feeling full
I’m wondering and wandering
my building’s full of ghosts
I convince myself I like it here
I try I sigh I do
the emptiness still falls
from the walls of my room
I am angry
I am restless
I am lonely
I am “full”
I wrote this in the middle of quarantine. The second in a series of three.
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