Wanted
Surrounded
Trying to force
His coat sleeve
Of
Repair
********************************************************Surrounded by stuff
Things he collects
Comforts to fill a hole
Trying to force
What is not there
Pushing and pushing
Rushing to repair
What he has destroyed
Within himself
that deep pit Of regret
that keeps pulling at his coat sleeve
begging for attention
that he can not give
because he can not live
like this, surrounded by shit
that does not fill anything
except the shelves
and around him
he has built his prison
his own hell
there is no room for him here
among the things that make up his fort
let alone love
let alone a feeling
no moment of peace
among his " Comfort Things"
~ Mindy~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
wanted
surrounded
by the very army
that i founded
boots of my feet
stay grounded
broken up heart
impounded
trying to force
my tongue
to sweet talk
the magic back up
into his coat sleeve
ripped and stitched
so very far
beyond repair
~lill
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