Untitled on Tuesday


There is no use being wakeful today
No reason to go outside and feel the sun’s warm rays on my skin as they make their way to the grass at my feet

My eyes arrogantly loathe the beauty beyond my window

Instead, they stare, blankly, at the wall as images of freedom capture my mind

I am angry; I hate myself because it all seems beyond my reach

Perhaps I should try a little harder

Take another pill

But I know what my only real answer is

When I’m ready, I’ll seek it out

And, at long last, I will know freedom in its purest form

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