Trapped
I'm trapped
In a place so tiny I feel grimy just thinking about anything that's shiny
Don't mind me
I'm alone in a zone that was dead to the world long before I was unknown
Icicles on the bone
Melancholy's jollies peeling away feelings from the shadows I'm concealing
Revealing
Next to nothing I am something to hold on to like a schizophrenic mumbling
Slumping
In a sliver of a river 'tween the genius of a saint and psychosis of a sinner
And binger
Drunk and out to catch all the facts and the acts while my breath is doing laps
I'm trapped
poem by P.R. Prosper
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