…2 tbsp’s of sun

…why does my brain feel so trapped-

so suffocated; dare not admit dangerously isolated-

even with the lamp at brightest level-

if only trees could grow inside-

would life then be in reach?

would death not feel like a silenced exhale away-

maybe if i tilt my head towards the window, i can find 2 tbsp’s of sun-

just enough to replenish my faith-

oh why- why did i get the diseased mind-

why father-

why.

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