Existence Prison Sentence


These bars are the soul,

these bars so cold.

can’t touch them anyway

I’ve nowhere to go.

this forlorn light, why even fight

left to die by the end of the night.

I still don’t know why

I even try to make friends, share my

clearly world needs not

another corpse, just more snot

I oft long covid wed this mend

longfully look in the eyes, this trend

shrug into death just to come back again

at least the underworld wants to be my friend

Published by mikelenczycki

Not Anybody.

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