i miss my bed. i miss my head.

trapped. ever feel, trapped?
the atmosphere floating around
once soft, and energetic like,
has slowly started intertwining its
breath, within your canvas,
of a body. bloodstream, nerve endings
no escape, no true beginnings
limbo state. in between moments
of yearning.
trapped. ever feel, trapped?
the voices floating around
once poetic, and inspiring like,
have slowly started whispering
insecurities and fixed meanings of
need, greed, breathing in
toxins. organs, heart beats
no escape, no true beginnings
limbo state. in betweens.
yearning.