I lay beneath the hanging tree

Where thoughts of who I used to be

Like salty tears, dripped from me

Falling 

            to 

                mediocrity 

And everything that I could be

And everything I thought I'd see

Lays waste beneath the canopy

Of that ancient, screaming  hanging tree

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The garden seems much smaller

The grass, not so green

Inside, the walls close ever in

And harbour silent screams

I clutch at straw crumbling to grain

And feed it to myself again 

This pain

This pain

This recurring pain

That I Inflict time & again 

I grab for the stars

And the bright morning sun

But, the closer they come

The further I run

A raindrop ag...

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