Monday, June 11, 2012

Heaviness lingers in the air like smoke
An intangible weight hovering against my chest
Throbbing, shaking

I wandered through the night
Homeless and unfed
But more than independence
I wanted a place to rest my head
I've never been so scared
I've never felt so dead
But if this is my story
I'll write it
Before I resolve myself to sit alone in silence.

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