poem: mireya gutierrez

Seven Crappy Hours

i step through the doors
my personality and purpose left outside
walking down the halls feeling no meaning in life
the vacuum of a building sucks out every last bit
of myself
until im a body with no brain
too numb to escape the pain
it never goes away
the imposter just wades
over and over again i watch myself fade
walking through those doors
where silence is the only way

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