Cement Bed

I keep you tucked away in dark corners of my mind because sometimes feeling becomes too much. It clings and hovers around me, weighing me down. A cement slab.

I sleep there sometimes

After all it’s what I deserve. The light is an unwelcome guest permeating my lids. I crack them open only to wince and close them tightly again.

I live there sometimes

My bed made of stone and cement, losing all perception of time. Squandering it away in a prison with unlocked doors.

I long for it  sometimes

Accepting every evil expelled upon me in that bed. I willingly bound myself to it. A craving to just be wanted, just feel something.

I loathe it sometimes

Half a lifetime to realize I alone was to blame , and I have no recollection of when it came to be. I only know that when the time came I was finished doing what I was told.

I opened my eyes., I loosened the ropes, and let the light in.

– Clary

Published by sarcasticallycynical

Hmm! Let's see.I live in Texas born to two human parents (According to my birth certificate) and have three siblings that are nothing like me. I'm an artist and writer. I've lived a lot and learned a lot in my short life and although I lean more towards the pessimistic there is always room to change my sometimes too small tainted heart ;p

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