Beyond Manhattan

Another Night

Freedom, 

Relief, 

A weight lift from my aching shoulders, 

But I can't breathe

yet another night staring at the barren wasteland,

Of my ceiling.

Another night massaging thickly woven sweaters, 

Between my fingertips.

My knuckles cracking under pressure,

Bones snapped by what is held between my palms.

They are molded to the metal,

Of what still lies beneath my windowsill.

There's nothing they could do to stop me, 

Determination kills.

As I lay they say the tears would dry, 

They said the scars will fade.

As I lay they said it would subside,

My life they took away.

My freedom,

My own thoughts, 

My shattered tears will cave in upon me, 

My brittle nails will take to my skin my bane,

And there goes today, 

Onto tomorrow another hopeless day, 

of hunger, 

Punishment, 

And twisted games to play.

Another day imagining the perfect future, 

Flawless as glass.

Yet I know it's just a fantasy.

I know that it won't last.

Moments, 

Conversations, 

Breathing in the same air,

They say that one day it will pass.

But I'm craving feeling like the desert needs the rain, 

An addiction I forever mask.