I can't believe
In Jesus
Or Judah
I'm not Jewish
A Hindu
Nor Christian
Christ has forsaken believe
For room 208
Has not been found
I'm tethered to the bed
Lampshade illuminating my face
A crusty ceiling aligns the walls
Doors are locked
Bathroom unchecked
Windows unhinged
Death a possibility
Or is it suicide?
I don't remember
I need love
Literature
To free me
From yearning
Succumbing
To music
Of the hollow
O'Brians grove
Shade of pain
From the triangular window, I see
Against my agony
That I'm clean
Jan 31, 2018
Jan 31, 2018 at 9:19 PM UTC
I can't believe
In Jesus
Or Judah
I'm not Jewish
A Hindu
Nor Christian
Christ has forsaken believe
For room 208
Has not been found
I'm tethered to the bed
Lampshade illuminating my face
A crusty ceiling aligns the walls
Doors are locked
Bathroom unchecked
Windows unhinged
Death a possibility
Or is it suicide?
I don't remember
I need love
Literature
To free me
From yearning
Succumbing
To music
Of the hollow
O'Brians grove
Shade of pain
From the triangular window, I see
Against my agony
That I'm clean
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