A feeling lingers
almost caged
beneath the trivialities
that we share out loud
Beneath the laughter
between friends
Beneath our visions
and our hopes
It will slowly seep
through the cracks
of incarceration,
and drip like poison
Leave nothing
where our happiness used to be
Leaves our soul
incarcerated
yearning to escape
into oblivience
Yearning to not be.
(Sonja- August 12. 2014)
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