The days now unfold one by one
and are placed into the deep
The meaning has been taken from the message
slaughtered by the hand of indulgence
they corner me in like a spider in a dark web
until there is no room to breathe
they hold me in black disdain/derision at loose hands
I am unable to break free
their faces are like the backs of a steel shovel
cold still and uncaring
Let me touch you through these paper thin walls of repression
As I struggle through these difficult days of delusion.
©alafat
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