Monday, August 06, 2007

No. 9 - Attempting poetry

Every time I look around the walls close in a little tighter.
Every time I breathe the air seems a bit lighter.
Every time I open my mouth, only silence comes out.
Every time I try to sleep, I hear a muffled shout.
Every time I close my eyes, the white light seems slightly whiter.


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