My Inner Eupnea
My Inner Eupnea
My Inner Eupnea
You ever whisper, yearning a way out,
Such fist don't even own one wristlet,
That space doesn't wield some blank wall,
You escapade your sweet escape,
A howl, insane to contemplate,
To ponder that you design your very own,
Prison.
You screech with a shriek and cry out loud,
The only thing is you keep it down,
And hustling, struggling, to not get found,
A trace of terror in your ego's blood.
Such piece of meat, with frigid wit,
And type some signs, to always feel?
Unsettled thoughts, a home you crave,
You exist in an identity you never made.
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-Adelram C.
(01/30/2021)
© 2021 Adelram Cenk
