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Feb 2013
buried in my room , sinking deeper under cover
my mind closes down and the thought of the door (that **** door)
gets farther and harder, and farther away...

a breaker blows. (power out)

i sit up. still can't make the door,
but now I'm writing

I Must Get out of this Room .  

-worst case scenarios / stuck in my head-

(having not slept last night, i was determined today would be different)

I get up, then change my mind about a hundred times regarding a shower
...and try ...and try,  to just make it out the door
I drank a beer, smoked a whole pack, and took my Abilify by four..

[still feeling somehow trapped with no escape
                                     ... by that **** door]
allright , here it is...
I write primarily for thereputic purposes, but I have, for some time now, given thoughts to maybe perhaps posting
one or two, or just a few.. pieces of this sort of thing on here... ?? Not really sure yet ...
... don't know if its apropriate enough (or understandable by enough) to post as "poetry"
heheheh
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