…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.
kb