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lack of sleep plays 
with written words
that tear at the seam
and flutter along black birds 
the forbidden door locks, 
life is the key, 
I beg for it back,
I’m down on my knees!

Loud knocks resound
I shake in fear,
I glance at a light
then wince and stay clear
alas a mourn in the distance
i go forth in terror
I hold onto my heart 
but stay far from error
My words lie and I fall 
fall deep within a phone call
and enter back onto reality
in a cabinet next to a broken porcelain doll 

Reviews

[jdr / Jennifer]

great writing

[Athera Rose]

Love this, so full of meaning
Love the last two lines the best
"and enter back onto reality
in a cabinet next to a broken porcelain doll"