Tough Shit

Chris Worley

Aug 26

1 min read

Alone

Trapped in my own

Prison, head, home

No exit, no key

Freedom locked in me

Windows to outside

But, I prefer to hide

Because

No one, nowhere

To care

To be fair

To believe I am

Enough

Of something

More than nothing

Locked alone

Facing the unknown

Without hope or …

What is missing

Anyone, someone

To care, to touch, to love

Me as much

As enough

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