a day of unrest
my thoughts can't keep still
my body can't seem to move
static, stagnant
my bed is a magnet
how stuck can one person be
attached to the feelings of yesterday
lost in the sorrows of yesteryear
how do you let go?
how does contentment feel?
I've never known such bliss.
a blade has never known my wrist
not since I was 21
but when voices start to get louder
and my logic hides in the closet
ironic how on a Sunday
my demons come out to play
- TG3
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