florescent bulbs-
insecurity's spotlight.
my mind is floating somewhere else,
existing somewhere else;
it's not wanted here.
i'll sit alone in my car.
did i build the walls?
did i smudge the glass?
forlorn and maudlin;
i dug the pit,
i stepped off the edge.
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metanoia
PoetryM E T A N O I A (n.) : the journey of changing one's mind, heart, self, or way of life this is my first poetry book, and because this book is not completed yet they are very unorganized. when i'm finished the book will be rearranged. all poetry is...
