Tuesday, May 31, 2011

Closed Door, Bathroom Floor

Nothing looks familiar
Nothing feels the same
Scenery keeps changing
As soon as I learn it's name
I feel the eyes are watching
Their glances seer my skin
Expecting me to remain whole
As I fall apart within.
My heavy heart keeps beating
Thoughts remain incomplete
Body becomes weary
Eyes afraid to find sleep.
Still, I must press on
Continue the work of my hands
and the rythymn of my breathing
Through all this life demands.

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