Babies crying with hopelessness

Dogs barking their inner wolf

Ceiling bombarding heavy sounds

With no clear frequency

Even though it’s bright outside

The surface can’t help the screeching

As the two black mirrors in front

Compel me for a cursed day’s preaching

Sep 23, 2020
Staring out of a window with no sky in sight, feeling claustrophobic

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