As they walk past
Farther away from me
They are comforted knowing I have their back
As I take up the rear.
Every window fogs so I cannot see
Every door closes, to isolate me
I feel alone
As I hear the muffled sounds of laughter in the hall
As I am shipped to Sibera
Maybe the flowers will be pretty there
1 Comments:
You write angst beautifully.
I am ready to see how you write happiness again.
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