I feel like
I say it with
every word
and it tastes stale
on my tongue,
it sits at my doorstep
hanging from the handrails,
scratches at the window pane
keeping me up at night
despite my weary lids,
it lays in the empty space
next to me
weighing like a stone,
permeates my walls
telling me over
and over
a single word
Alone
Aug 5, 2013
Aug 5, 2013 at 4:01 AM UTC
I feel like
I say it with
every word
and it tastes stale
on my tongue,
it sits at my doorstep
hanging from the handrails,
scratches at the window pane
keeping me up at night
despite my weary lids,
it lays in the empty space
next to me
weighing like a stone,
permeates my walls
telling me over
and over
a single word
Alone
Daniel Magner 2013
I'm tired of writing about this
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