Single. Spaced. Blank.

Thoughts are gone

In a mist

Like cold anger

Lost in a fist

Words mean nothing

They are sickness

Like empty air

Inside my breast

Existence is stuck

A bleak blip

Like meaningless moans

Inside sealed lips

Life stands still

Time’s broken and

My mind’s page is a

single spaced blank.

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