the doors close in,
and all you see is the ceiling.
The ceiling of the kitchen, car, bedroom.
the moment you choose to forget,
the moment that haunts your dreams.
Threatening to destroy where you have come,
Threatening to destroy where you have come,
and all you see in the ceiling.
the moment you realize what happened,
the moment you blame yourself.
the ceiling becomes the enemy.
Why look at the ceiling..
Why blame yourself for actions not of your own...
Why do we allow others to step in and take what is ours..
our possessions, our love, our choices.
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