Dead Inside

I have

No reason to explain the illogical path I am walking

Drawing water from a well, turning on a tap

These all bring the same results

Walking from A to B can take hours or days

Though road is littered at the sides

Travelling through a seamlessly clear path

Unaware of the waste we pass

 

Drawing water from a well

Draws more breathes

Than when I turn on a tap

One place will make me ache

Another will push me to intoxicate

Each will make me sleep

Each will

Wake me up blind

And go to sleep awake

The day passes by

My thoughts

Dwelling on my mistakes

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