Monday.

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up til 3:30 and wake up at noon 

stare at the ceiling, wish it was the moon


the sun shines through the blinds


and silhouettes transcend on the walls


my eyes won’t adjust to the light in front of me


i see almost through a cloudy haze


i feel like an eclipse locked in a maze



hands grasp the door to turn a knob locked


a few steps back and i’m right where i was before


the moon as high as me, trapped inside this body



so i run and i hide


somewhere deep, deep inside


to a place even i don’t know


in hopes i’ll finally find something below



a rainbow appears above the door


a capture of the world ashore


the symbol of hope in a meaningless wake


i reach for it, but it transpires to a snake



rattle rattle rings throughout the hollow room


i shy away into a hopeless state of doom


cornered by my own hopes and dreams


the darkness cannot save me here

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