Skeletons rule the attic,
rooks have left the board
emptiness I can’t explain,
darkness untoward
Lapses in my memory,
lyrics left unsung
chasing all those things I’m not,
orphan on the run
Monday turns to Thursday,
Tuesday, Wednesday lost
time on fire, burning fast,
sanity the cost
One last chance for freedom,
pathway to the cliff
to jump into my deepest fear
—or sink in this abyss
(The New Room: February, 2022)
Mar 10, 2022
Mar 10, 2022 at 1:30 PM UTC
Skeletons rule the attic,
rooks have left the board
emptiness I can’t explain,
darkness untoward
Lapses in my memory,
lyrics left unsung
chasing all those things I’m not,
orphan on the run
Monday turns to Thursday,
Tuesday, Wednesday lost
time on fire, burning fast,
sanity the cost
One last chance for freedom,
pathway to the cliff
to jump into my deepest fear
—or sink in this abyss
(The New Room: February, 2022)
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