This heavy feeling in my chest sinks
while eyes like wells swell and stream down in streaks
I lay awakened in the darkness
as it wraps around my sudden sadness
It holds me here, constricted;
by my own self I am convicted
to this cell, a hell I call home,
the only place I have ever roamed
The ghost of my past haunts me,
a never-ending reminder of what once was and what could be
Lost: in space, in time, in thought
I am the forgotten and distraught
Feb 6, 2018
Feb 6, 2018 at 4:31 PM UTC
This heavy feeling in my chest sinks
while eyes like wells swell and stream down in streaks
I lay awakened in the darkness
as it wraps around my sudden sadness
It holds me here, constricted;
by my own self I am convicted
to this cell, a hell I call home,
the only place I have ever roamed
The ghost of my past haunts me,
a never-ending reminder of what once was and what could be
Lost: in space, in time, in thought
I am the forgotten and distraught
