Ignoring The Doom

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Stuck in a bit of a hollow place lately,

Stuck in a loop, deluding everyone sedately.

Trying to fit accordingly on every surface.

The bending and breaking is making me nervous.

Trust me, I’m trying, I’m reaching for the sun.

Trust me when I say – my hand is a loaded gun.

Let me climb the barriers on my own,

Let me use resilience that I have loaned…

Don’t wait up when the floor creaks in my room.

Don’t worry about it, ignore the impending doom.

I promise to keep on stretching for the light,

I promise to crawl, even if I get scared of the height.

Keep my silence as a memory of the days I screamed

I guess my need to become timeless wasn’t what it seemed.

-JW

Silver Ladders

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Silver ladders put against all my walls, it looks like a movie scene

That almost got an award that year – but the director was way too mean.

Silver ladders pushing my doors closed. My home is now a prison.

If one more ladder is put on the floor, my room becomes a prism.

Happy, indulgent people waiting by the window, waving their flags high –

Some are white, some technicolor. The love of my life is fluttering red, oh my.

Dissatisfied, poorly fed faces are licking my door knob, religiously,

Like the taste of the metal will sing to them and let them speak to me.

My mind’s been stuck in a loop so I’m in no place to escape –

Have to stay still, listening to their dim curses, listening as they berate.

The ceiling’s slowly drooping, pressing on my open mouth. My teeth are breaking.

Please remind me, friend, why did I have to stab the truth when I was never faking?

-JW