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Caged

CAGED



Society
full of animation
Threw me again
now,
I am just the blood that stains my pillowcases

(apology)
what pleasant delights will grace this presence?

dried, desiccated heart
coated with frostiness and chill in November.

abandoned I will
remain under the withered skin.

just like the keratin debris
present under the fingernails.

my feet and hands numb
As muscle dysfunction
begins to function

my pounding, spongy brain
still trying to perceive the day's madness.

sputtering psychosis scrubbing my
neurotic soul

all's that left is silence unnoticed
In the echoes
Of the vibrations
Sent by the world.

all that's alive is the base camp quiet with paracetamol lingering.
                                                                                                                                         @soulfulwrite
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