leave me staring at white walls
the fifth corner in this square room of pain
dizzy spinning thoughts
like an endless merry-go-round, shaken
to the roots of my existence -
can you hear me whimper?
or is it just an echo, emanating
from a far off ocean
in your landlocked mind?
well, its raining tears
and in the distance it's brewing up a storm
thunder, lightning, static in my heart,
but through rain-streaked windowpanes
I see you crystal clear
not for anything/one in particular. just a vague feeling I have lingering around me these days.