Where is the Feeling


Caught up in this house,
trapped my very own self in the snare of my mind,
no more space than a slither,
what I'd give for a deep breath inside,
where the chaos has me captive,
where there's no exit sign,
where I fuel the stupid fire with these feelings of mine
Lured into this den,
it's bitter and I want the sweetness again,
a taste that I agree with,
get me past these perils and to my eden,
where the silence is a comfort,
where there is no-one else,
where I'll be up from under and can uncurl myself
Too many too much too hard,
help me,
this time I've gone too far
Can I smash all of this open,
can I pass the hurt with a little pain,
I wanna see all of it crumble,
and start afresh and over again,
my eyes are wide open,
but I can hardly see,
will laughter find a way around these silent tears







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