Then will their eyes get off me?
Have I bound myself?!
My name in rooms I have not entered.
My soured and frenzied heart scattered across poetry Smeared all over the wall?!
Can not I have a private thought?
A rendered time to weep?
Can not I be frail and ball myself up,
Without the world's eyes on me?
Monitoring spirits and gossip ever on tongues....
So used to my name being spoken of
Before I even show up.
And weighted so...
Weighted down...
Only hands siphoning me
I reach out, and only Heaven grabs
It's a different kind of reprieve.
Gone under
So, long ago.
There's not many Fucks left to give in me.
A lonely place...
Embracing it so.
Perhaps that's the only place to be.
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