by Val Mischka

Wednesday Evening Thoughts

 

I try to concentrate,

But I fail miserably.

All I think about is last night at 11:15, when you said “you should leave,”

And so I did.

 

I followed your orders,

I was the prisoner to your guardsman.

My life,

Is spent within a box with only three holes at the top.

 

Death at this point wouldn’t even faze me, for,

I am sick of having no escape.

Posted by:hbinretrospect

Reporting not for school, but for life.

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