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Ground Stoppages in Alabama
Spinning faster and faster until it all runs together
Nothing makes sense
My frailty frightens me
What if I die?
What if I survive and have to live like this?
Damned either way.
I speak in riddles I don't even know the answers to
It seems all is lost
I want to believe
To leave the light on in hopes of a visitor
But I am no fool
No one would visit me here
Not in times like these
I live in the darkest forest by the most putrid swamp
Bombs drop here every day
And I sit, waiting patiently for them to explode.
There's a knock at the door
Has someone come to find me at last?
Held in captivity- someone save me from myself.
I open it, and see nothing but the familiar darkness.
I can hear self-destruction lurking in the trees
Waiting for the right time to pounce
I fix myself a drink and sink into the comfortable emptiness
I am alone.
I will die this way- I'm convinced of it.
I've been missing for years and no one has tried to find me yet.
But I don't blame them
The rain falls harder and harder and I can't breathe
My tears are camoflauged at last and I welcome the storm
The thunder quiets my screams
I sit down and laugh at my self-fulfilling prophecy.
Look, mom - history repeats
