Something More

These four walls that I am trapped behind
These four walls protect me..

I've been here so long the air smells the same,
That dense, heavy stench of confusion, loss, regret
Im not willing to give up,
I wont betray myself to the vanities of life..

The desperate engulfing hole in which I'm endlessly falling,
The bottomless pit
My bottomless soul..
My heart yearns for something more..

Yet as I run my fingers through the crevices & along the wall..
Im slipping so far that I wonder if I was even here at all..





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