Forgotten in the Attic

Old clothes in the attic

Yesterday’s peacock feathers

Indigo, blue and red

Faded profusion in the darkness

High In the loft that’s above our bed

Long gone twills and corduroy

Neatly folded in their creases

Neatly folded where they lay

All in pretty layers of their day

Brown brogues in the attic

Tinsel and baubles on the tree

Indi...

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Alone, abandoned, overlooked. 

I wake up to a never ending nightmare that I call life.

Insecurities and anxieties blare in as the alarm goes off.

Snooze. Snooze. It's all a ruse, I try to hit snooze in hopes to avoid the nightmare but in this terrible wake there is no snooze so I think, "What is there to lose?"

There's the mistake, don't think, do.

Overthinking leads to overanalyzin...

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