In Four Walls

Erica Borges
In the pit of my stomach

I hold my chest

My hands hold nothing else

I go forward with my bed ready

To embrace me when I pull back

I know I can't make it

My tank has been emptied

The love and care and understanding

Somehow flew out the windows

And now I keep them shut

I can't stay with myself anymore

I've seen too much of how I am

And too much of who they are

Nothing but a big bore

Being either rich or poor

Everyone seems to fly carelessly

Into the soft clouds

They smile so endlessly

My voices are too loud

Maybe yours is too

Just like I fake

You do too

Published by Erica Borges

"Poetry is plucking at the heartstrings, and making music with them." ~ Dennis Gabor  View profile

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