Nat S Ford (natf) wrote,
Nat S Ford
natf

Its much worse than before
Feelings struggle
Escape
Eyes wander from the target
Futile failure
Strange unknown languages
I should recognise
All that is beyond hope
No chance now
What do I do?
There's nothing left
Nowhere to go
Tied to a chair
Desk
Pen
Addled brain-cells die
Cue to forget
Enigma
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