Impaired
there's a black cloud in my house
and i'm screaming
and dreaming on what might have been
there's no sunshine within these walls
and i'm crying
and there's no denying i'm going to fall
there's a song that plays in my lonely room
and i'm screeching
wailing along for i know every word
there's a staleness to the air
and i'm gasping
breathe in, breathe out, but don't ever stop
there's sticky floors in my abode
and i'm trippin
memories of bitter days stick to my boots
there's an echo within these walls
and i'm silent
rubber rooms call to me come rest friend
and i'm not lonely
but i am a bit scared
and i'm not lonely
but i am slightly impaired
Copyright © Deborah Foster | Year Posted 2019
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