a shipwrecked man
sits across the room,
turning things inside out with his gaze,
stops staring at the wall
to inspect his drink.
darkness meets darkness
and through it he can see a splinter of hope,
the same kind of hope
that got him into this mess.
not free nor prison free
his mother gave him death
near brink-
he drinks till he is full.
squeezing his veins shut.
-i dont think you understand the loneliness that comes with being free
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