Insights

Faithless Moment

Scraping

Imprisoned by my own cell

Touching the bars

If my personal hell

A long day, the longest

As I sit beside myself

Forced to see

Forced to bleed

We’ve fallen down

Scraping the ground

My mortality found

Of which I am bound

Alone again…

With me again… NLM

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