Surrounded.
The bed surrounds me as I scream
A silent scream that makes no sound
A sound that makes no effect
An effect that reaches no person
A person that never knows
Knowledge that never spreads
Because I cannot get up.
I cannot get up
And I will not get up
And I will not breathe
And I will not turn my head
And I will not speak
And I will not move
I cannot eat
And I cannot drink
And I cannot feel
And I cannot think
Soft walls surround me
Though I try to reach
I will not get there
And I will not get through
And I will not break the walls
And I will not rip them open
And no one will know
No one will know that I am here
And that I am sick
And that I cannot function
And that I will not last
And this may be my last.
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Poems of an Ocean of Fish
PoetryA collection of poems written over the course of my life, ranging from specific to vague, and from somber to turbulent to serene. Contents could be triggering for some.
