I feel stuck, sometimesBewteen the

Mon, 08/22/2016 - 00:38 -- kamala

I feel stuck, sometimes

Bewteen the screen and the road

and my spiraling thoughts.

And weak, sometimes,

When I let them drink me in and drown my

chest in pain, riddled with bullets

I've never felt. 


Not a day in this life

Was not filled with blessings like knives

Double-edged they rack me in sour

Tangs of guilt at the same time they burn

Goodness through my skin. 


All of a sudden I'm seeing

My city with new eyes, all of a sudden feeling

Everyone around me in new light; or sometimes

Myself, in a new darkness looking out - 

it doesn't quite feel right.


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