Running from the Empty Sky
Drip
drip.
Where the ceiling leaks.
Drip
drip.
And here I am, sitting cross-legged on the hardwood floor of the highest room in this very old house; my mind.
Racing thoughts, my wild imaginations run full speed; full circle.
Everything I seek; forbidden
everything I have; destroyed
nothing left to do but
lie under the sky
that doesn’t answer me
and feel small
and alone.
Running from the Empty Sky
Drip
drip.
Where the ceiling leaks.
Drip
drip.
And here I am, sitting cross-legged on the hardwood floor of the highest room in this very old house; my mind.
Racing thoughts, my wild imaginations run full speed; full circle.
Everything I seek; forbidden
everything I have; destroyed
nothing left to do but
lie under the sky
that doesn’t answer me
and feel small
and alone.
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