Time
Time goes by so slowly
when you’re down and out
like fingers on a chalkboard,
sandpaper on the skin
and I sit here staring at walls,
ceilings, the grass,
stuck in the prison of my own mind
as the walks close in
and the ceiling falls
and I feel my world
being crumpled like paper
to be discarded
in time’s waste bin.
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