Disease

No words just pain, hear the cries, feeling it destroy my brain.

No way past, brick on brick the weight to much to last.

A nest in my mind, I lay awake, eyes shut, you’re all I can find.

I dismiss, I swallow. There is nothing for me here. This vessel is hollow.

Yet I dwell, I wait. Compelled by guilt. Overwhelming hate.

Everything but time.

It’s ready, am I?

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