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I looked up
Expecting starts to fill my sight
But dusty walls with cow webs and roaches were the one I saw
I tried to find inspiration
A thing, something, anything that I can write
But four corners reply with fake smiles and weary frowns
I tried to go out
To find myself something to write about
But they got a hold of me
Just before I can see the stars
And my book and my pen were taken as well
And they pushed me back inside the four corners with happy eyes and a tight embrace
Years later they let me out at last
Wearing a white coat and an expensive watch
With a Dr. before my name
With a fake smile and a weary frown painted on my face
-eris'
YOU ARE READING
Scintilla
Poeziesomething you might want to read when you're too drunk in love you don't remember what being sober feels like
