green lane

green lane

fear bubbles in my
my body’s all out of
i’ve never been so
as this

my fate
entrusted to strangers
i sit
upon the bed
inside the room with
anaemic walls
that are closing in with every
i cannot cry
i do not feel
my life is not a play in which
i have a role

i am stripped of all that once I was
because I am rotten

they tell me i’m ill
not safe to be
and so they watch me
like i am entertainment
i watch me too
as i do all that i am told
with no questions
no words

i am destroyed by the
that burn
into my
they leave me
vacant hazy heavy lost

i wonder if i will ever escape

i wonder if i really care


Author: chocotales

I am a writer who is passionate about words. I find them magical and seductive. I write short stories, poetry, and non fiction. I'm currently working on my first novel.

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