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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