kagablog

January 4, 2008

this house

Filed under: danila bloomberg, poetry — ABRAXAS @ 5:15 pm

Everything about this place makes me uncomfortable

The walls and the furniture the papers in neat stacks the books so out of reach

Everyone finds it hard to breathe in here

Everyone is afraid of breaking things

I find myself shoving food down by throat to escape the terrible loneliness and boredom

I find myself sleeping all day to make the hours go faster

I don’t know what I want anyway

I just wish I was somewhere else

I wish I had solutions, a gameplan

I wish I knew what we could do to save ourselves

How to pass the time

I wish I knew how to make myself happy here.

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