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Yellow Wallpaper
I find myself... wasting my rhymes,
And staring at walls most of the time,
I wait and I wonder,
My life I do ponder,
With a blank, and yet such a sad face...
I've memorized every dent in this place,
Every glory, but outweighed by disgrace,
I try and i fight,
but I'm clasped in the night,
With a fear of the truth that I cannot bend.
My heart, its stopped beating again,
the wounds, I would not mend,
From the previous blows,
And the blood stain that shows,
I have no where left to hide...
I am, staring out my bedside...
With no dignity, no sense of pride,
I feel the cold liquid,
I am immune to it,
Its no surprise that again, I am crying.
the tears come without me trying,
they fall without me denying,
I lay my head down,
And I nearly drown,
With the current of my falling tears...
I have stared at this wall for years..
I have been forced to relive all my fears,
With the screaming and aching,
The bending the breaking,
And this wall... does nothing to protect me this time...
I have found myself, wasting a rhyme...
Convincing myself that I'm fine...
the wording, the typing,
the moaning, the griping...
Will I never, be human again..?
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