Stasis
It’s quiet in here
Almost completely silent
All I can hear is the dying mechanical hum
of whatever’s barely keeping me alive
I’m suspended in something
Much like liquid
but far more restricting
My eyes are burning
So I keep them closed
And it’s that much less pain I feel
It takes all I have
To reach out and touch the glass
And wonder what’s out there
Wonder what I’m missing
If I’ve got to stay here my entire life
Then what’s the point of....living?
Copyright © Sls It Is Rife With Ambiguity | Year Posted 2012
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