today has been the longest week,
this month, it seems, has been a year.
there’s no escape and no reprieve,
no place to be that isn’t here.
i cannot run. i cannot hide
from all that plays upon my brain.
it seems i just won’t leave my side.
my waking dreams become a stain.
a self-indulgent state of mind
could never justify the cost.
so here i sit and waste my time,
wrapped inside what i have lost.
barbie dockstader angell – march 18th, 2011.