I feel as though my mind
Is a dark cave
Thoughts like inky black spikes
Growing longer with each day
It's as if there is a cage
Hanging by an iron wire
With me trapped inside it
I sit there
Curled up in a ball
As the cage swings steadily
Back
And fourth
Some spikes growing long enough to
Scrape the edges
And yet their blackness
Makes them impossible to anticipate
Feb 20, 2018
Feb 20, 2018 at 12:42 AM UTC
I feel as though my mind
Is a dark cave
Thoughts like inky black spikes
Growing longer with each day
It's as if there is a cage
Hanging by an iron wire
With me trapped inside it
I sit there
Curled up in a ball
As the cage swings steadily
Back
And fourth
Some spikes growing long enough to
Scrape the edges
And yet their blackness
Makes them impossible to anticipate
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