Free Fall [poetry]

Me

Days seem to pass by slow and steady.

The rain pours in heavy.

Crumbled sheets of paper on the floor.
Those are my thoughts, no one knows.

My days bleed with the same story,
My nights bleed with poetry.

Life never seems to change..

I live the same day everyday.

The needle slowly ticks by,
Every passing second pierces my heart.

When the clock strikes six.

I hear the door click.

And the house falls silent again.

Just like a grave.

I smell the whisky in the air.

I breathe smoke mixed with despair.

I hear the glass shatter with rage,
and I hear the unforgiven pleads.

I live the same day everyday.

I was only seven...

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