Mental corridor
Light from openings
Pushing me against
The opposite wall
I'm hiding in the
Shadow
Escaping from the wind
Of faded memories
Gashing my skin
Mental corridor
Will there ever be
A quiet hour
Without visitors to see?
Mental corridor
With a never-ending
Stream of traffic
Just stop pretending
That you got
A clue
Of what happens in
My head
Leave me in madness
Messy - just as my thoughts. xx Amanda
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