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Apr 2014
Floral curtains drape the single square of natural light,

within the four walls of which,

you are a silent lawful inhabitant.

You feel muted,

as though your mouth has been duct taped,

by all those more favored than you.

It feels like this deficiency of consideration,

will be never ending, and it just might.

It’s okay though, you will make it through,

this indignation is nothing you haven’t struggled with.

If you told me it would have come to this times ago,

I would have laughed in your face,

you lusted after freedom, you craved it.

You now are living it, be careful what you wish for,

you may end up living in the vacant space,

in which you designed, built and will now prosper in.

I think about you at every moment the clock ticks,

you are and forever will be my budding angel.

3 weeks later….

Well, look at that things did get better momentarily,

You met a few simple studs,

they fulfilled your impulsivity,

but ask yourself, is that what you wanted?

For some reason your behavior persists,

but there’s those moments in life,

a stranger presents themselves.

You go into it with the same mindset,

they change you, they make you believe that…..

maybe….just maybe they won’t leave you.

They won’t crush your heart, or just want to ****.

And then you find you were wrong.

Just another sham man.

And then……

the cycle resumes.

and                   you are again…………………broken.
Henk Holveck
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Henk Holveck  31/M/Las Vegas
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