Happy, not
Mobile, barely
How many
can jump ship
to pull back
to the self of selves
condemnation needs relief
Depression, energy
Time slows, I hear the clock
Mourning unavoidable
The cement between bricks won’t dry
Mould must be dealt with
An unbalanced, unfinished open renovation
On top, why is pain necessary?
Feels flowing a darker blood red.
Watching the quiet phone
So how can it possibly be nice outside?
Seeping through thick closed blinds
Hurt prevails
But the sun won’t stop
A dichotomy of influences
Where is the picture
or perhaps do I want to see
Overwhelming lifting
Still curious, how will it end.
A tunnel, so hollow—where does it lead
My perspective is skewed
a dank bottom, so cold
I must save myself
But it does not mean much
Why is fight so limp
Where, when, what and who
