To My Void
Blood shot and swollen, my eyes open.
I am now awake, to face the world in turmoil.
I try in vain to organize my life.
Getting out of bed,
I travel the short distance between that
and the bathroom that I share with the other residents.
I look into the mirror and realize how life's traumas
has brought me nearer to my closure.
So I return to my room,
to my bed,
to my void.
Copyright © Sheol Moribund | Year Posted 2009
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