Battered and bloody
locked up
locked down
in your broken down hallway
“where is the exit?” I ask
“Its in your hand” says the nurse
“the little yellow pill”
“Take it and you’ll be free”
I wonder Will I… be
free?
Body heavy
Mind empty
Apathy
Anhedonia
Is this freedom?
Freedom from what?
Your broken down hallway
has become my broken down mind.
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