Confined Spatial Spaces – Unhinged Poem

A former numbness,

represented now by a thumping,

unrelenting descent into a tomorrow unhinged,

tethers lost as the wheels turn,

a sail full,

thy direction not mine,

spitefulness of my pain,

I regress,

I fall back within,

a blackened thing,

a soiled heart,

my eyes not open,

my self no longer me…

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