Borderless
...borders back biatch.
One or the other,
awake or asleep,
in thought or in dream,
feels I’ve been for a week;
With million-extra-minute days
or nights ticking her name;
Despite all my sage,
I’m still just the same,
drowning in tears,
a rat in his cage,
walls of hopes and of fears,
regret, prayer and self-blame;
All falls on deaf ears,
she’s not even there,
my life she has left;
My living nightmare.
