Cracks in the Walls

November 25, 2008
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It crushes my ribs,
Tears at my soul,
Bleeds through my skin.

White enveloping my body and mind,
Cushioned walls,
Soft floor,
Aching for some light.

Hands behind my back,
Heavy wheezing amongst the silence.
Glazed over eyes,
Thoughts clashing against the barriers around my brain.

Whispers of forgotten prayers,
Lifted of into the void of nothing,
Begging for some form,
Of crack in the wall.

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