Bound
My bed bound me
too a horrible world
Gone are all sweet dreams
and what lingers must ide
All washed up
Symbols formulating realities
An infinite struggle
scrubbing words on huge walls
history sick
Lost in hidden kingdoms
I turn away
left to doped up soggy misery
Never to see an endpoint
Copyright © Ryan Hughes | Year Posted 2017
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