World spinning too quickly,
dreams floating through the air like snowflakes in the wind.
Slow, desperate hands hoping to catch them.
Wading through sluggish thoughts,
languidly attempting to reach the light in the dark,
stuck on a reversed path.
Suspecting stares and accusing whispers seeping into the void.
Lost in a deadly oblivion, time passing without point;
trying to hang on to what is left of life.
Feet tripping, fingers slipping off the ledge
reaching for the sky, too slow.
Grabbing only air, the fate not seeming fair
Stuck in a slow motion f
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Gazes cast downward, eyes shadowed by unforeseen guilt
Afraid of what it may hold,
the truth is covered like the peeling wallpaper
in the now empty room.