Trapped Inside
What am I doing?
Trapped inside.
I know the rules,
from the path I hide.
Wandering back to this viceral space.
No need for love,
I'm lost in this place.
Torn pieces of pain and sin.
What am I thinking?
The bulb is dim.
I have no cards left to play.
The game is dead yet here I stay.
Mistake on mistake,
another string breaks.
Why am I falling in this disgrace.
A fool I am,
and a fool I shall be.
I'm tired of dying in deep despair
and heart broken pity.
Trapped inside my own stupid regrets.
It's coming again,
I should just slit my wrists.
Broken and bleeding in great want and needing,
but there's nothing to do to stop this falling great fool
he's only dumb gruel.
poem by Michael McParland
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