My Poems

Poem Title: Crawling On the Walls

I press my dry pruned fingers against the walls trying to climb them and find the end of this confusion inside my trapped mind. Seeing myself inside of this closed wall is making me feel so by myself and alone with no other person to talk to if you see.

My sweaty fingers do not allow me to climb which now makes it harder to escape from. This upsetting hide out that turns my inside to the hideous monster I have dreamed about all my life.

Crawling on the walls and hiding inside. This corner isolated me from the real world.

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 K.Bisner