These Walls Are a Vise
Eyes are slits
Painful light intruding
Head pounding confusion
Hard floor beneath my back
Ceiling fan slowly turning
Last night’s memory
Dripping down my neck
Sliding through my grasp
A vacant room trashed
My current address unknown
Spiritually off the grid
Mistakes have clearly been made
Now isolation
In a pool of bad decisions
Damaging radiation
A personal ground zero
No reason to get up now
The damage irreversible
Once was mine
Left the room some time ago
If the body is a temple
It’s time to explore the ruins.
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I passed by
just for a while,
Read your words
liked your style….
Really like this Mr L.
Keep posting. Sending hugs and smiles
Nem! Always good to hear from you. Thanks for the compliment
absolutely LOVE the ending! Sent chills down my spine. Great poem!
Yes!!!