April 29, 2016


Dull outside, inside too

Just muffled sounds, breaking through


I’m sitting here, upon my chair

Nothing to see, except my stare


A misty view, all I can see

I wait for time quite patiently


For time is rhythmic but not in here

Sometimes hours just disappear


So bide my time, sit quite still

Anxieties here and it can kill


It won’t get me, as I will fight

I’ll try to fight with all my might



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