I feel four steps,
Down a steep hallways that is six.
With a shadow on my back
and hole in my chest.
Breathing is labored,
Don't care about the dizziness anymore.
Face names no emotion.
Hands don't feel the walls.
As I just stood.
No need to move,
no where to even go.
Just nothingness.
With nothing going right,
and absolutely nothing wrong.
I felt the shame.
Of utter solitude.
Nov 25, 2013
Nov 25, 2013 at 9:04 PM UTC
I feel four steps,
Down a steep hallways that is six.
With a shadow on my back
and hole in my chest.
Breathing is labored,
Don't care about the dizziness anymore.
Face names no emotion.
Hands don't feel the walls.
As I just stood.
No need to move,
no where to even go.
Just nothingness.
With nothing going right,
and absolutely nothing wrong.
I felt the shame.
Of utter solitude.
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