I feel as if I'm trapped in a room
full of things I can't see.
I squint and stare but can't make out
the shapes, the figure.
Something swirls between the shadows,
clear spirit like holographs of you watch
intently.
It makes no sense
I sleep then I ache
but I don't want you to ever leave me alone.
Jan 12, 2021
Jan 12, 2021 at 7:41 PM UTC
I feel as if I'm trapped in a room
full of things I can't see.
I squint and stare but can't make out
the shapes, the figure.
Something swirls between the shadows,
clear spirit like holographs of you watch
intently.
It makes no sense
I sleep then I ache
but I don't want you to ever leave me alone.
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