I feel like I’m tucked in
With a blanket
Or maybe a straitjacket?

The haze covers my lungs
I cannot speak, sing or hum
I bet I’m not the only one
Who is coming undone

The falling apart place
It must be stared straight in it’s face
Terribly unsettling
When real life keeps on meddling

I cannot see clearly
But I want to
Only letting go can remind me of who I am

Ian Altosaar

Categories: Poetry


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