you’ve been in this room before.
i know you sat and counted hours
of eternal, overwhelming regret,
and walls by which you were covered—
in fear
of leaving this room,
whose windowpane doesn’t function;
even the window itself
was pierced by a bullet—
wretched, as your spirit
for willingly withholding the power
to open the door,
which you don’t even need to devour
with the glance of perpetual pain,
and the heart you cannot admire.
Apr 9, 2025
Apr 9, 2025 at 12:14 PM UTC
you’ve been in this room before.
i know you sat and counted hours
of eternal, overwhelming regret,
and walls by which you were covered—
in fear
of leaving this room,
whose windowpane doesn’t function;
even the window itself
was pierced by a bullet—
wretched, as your spirit
for willingly withholding the power
to open the door,
which you don’t even need to devour
with the glance of perpetual pain,
and the heart you cannot admire.