Midnight Slavery: A Poem
My house is a prison
Of every indecision
Filled with every lost story
Except they’re always found by me
Every time I lay my head down to sleep
Another page floating inside my head
I try to rip it out but it’s tethered
To my brain and riding
On the edge of every dream
Pulling them down into the darkness of the night
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