I am trapped in my body,

It is not a temple of good or divinity.

I am a ghost tied to my brain with steel

Wool,

That can never leave until the Sleep.

Untouched, unfelt and unhinged.

I roam within this white picket fence searching

For a way out, a way into you or

Some real life.

None comes,

Or you do,

At least.

Life is longest in the slow moments we

Piss down time’s drain

Only to beg for more.