Inside my head
are spiders' webs of truths and lies,
tear-drop splattered
hanging between hope and despair.
Inside my head
is a plan for survival
and another for disappearance
but no decisions made about either.
Inside my head
is an empty space
where accusations echo
amid the crash of broken promises.
Inside my head
is a crazy place at the best of times
Tick, tick goes the clock.
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Inside my head
is a plan for survival
and another for disappearance
but no decisions made about either.
Wow...so far apart yet it is like we read each others minds.
I followed your comment on my site to yours. I look forward to reading more.
Knowing we're not alone somehow should comfort all of us who survive this battle.
and it is survival,
you are survivors.
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