My body lies on a box spring
no bigger than the amount of
words i spoke today.
Each morning i wake up
and in my moment of solitude
the ceiling stares back at me.
A doorway just across the room
leading to the other world.
pockets full of laughs.
where the sun gives off rays of
comfort, leaving your body worry-free
and relaxed.
I lean forward from my mattress
sitting upright.
my back is in knots.
my throat is sore
from the dry air.
where are my glasses??
I look at the doorway.
staring into the room.
of the thing i can't have.
it's a reoccuring event.
everyday i'm reminded
of that wonderful thing i can't have.
not because of something i did
but because it doesn't want me there.
shouldn't i get going??
it's only a taste.
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