Low light,
The ripples of slight darkness
Mixes with
The streaks of yellow light,
Illuminating a little,
Bit by bit only.
Papers,
They come by stacks
And they
Intimidate me.
It's a jail cell
For my mind,
Crippled from lack
Of running free.
I'm so unclear
Of the paths laying
Just right in front
I don't
Want to have
To choose, I just
Need a breather,
Please, I plead, please.
Repetition ingrained,
Redundancy copied,
Again,
Over and over again, I
Am stifling a
Leaking soul,
Dripping slowly away
From contact and reach.
The streaks of light,
Clashes with
The darkness that
Seems to overpower.
The monopolised battle
I can't bear to watch
The results ring
In my ears, I
Forced it to quieten.
The crickets chirped
That night.
The blood flowed
That night.
