I'm afraid I don't quite understand
The shadows clinging to your heart,
The sadness clouding your mind,
The darkness in your eyes.
So please could you tell me just
What do you
Mean
And how do you
Feel,
What do you
See
And how do you
Breathe?
I'm tired of talking through speakers
While you're only hanging on
By a thread,
Keep hanging on.
These days you're nothing but a
Memory;
A stripped down, battered up
Version of yourself,
Hollow like all the bottles
You drank.
Now your eyes stare blank
Right through me.
Who are you?
Sheltered by walls of constant silence,
Thrown away the key,
You can only stay for so long
Inside the labyrinth before the walls
Start to close in.
You are closing yourself in.
Please let me in.
YOU ARE READING
Gin in Teacups
De Todo"Oh down in Albion They're black and blue But we don't talk about that Are you from 'round here? How do you do? I'd like to talk about that Talk over Gin in teacups And leaves on the lawn Violence in bus stops And the pale thin girl with eyes forlor...
