In the hole
Dark
Not gloomy
Leaking water pipe
Cold in four walls
Handcuffs aren't strong enough
But
I'm so calm now
It's been
47 days since
My last
Sorry
I'm so lost
In this maze
My brain
Has a mind of it's own
Crazy
See things that's not there
The voices are loud
Pulling out my hair
Screaming
Someway
Somehow
Theses walls are bleeding
Someway
Somehow
It's filling up the room
Someway
Somehow
I escape
And
My funeral is tomorrow
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I get the sense of being enclosed in a tiny space , the walls and life are piling on the pressure which is becoming to much, they only see death as a way out. A poignant, quite haunting and slightly dark write, well written and expressed.
This write is dark from the start and grows darker. It feels confined and with no escape. A wonderful image of entrapment is cast.
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