THE SHUT DOOR
it’s closed, closed tightly I did everything rightly but it’s them, people they will frisk your water till they see a ripple it’s my heart, tired and sour I’m sorry, I know what I saw life has dealt too much cards on my table look at me, I am zonked and unable It’s my eyes, saggy and heavy are these part of life’s levy? the idiot has cried blood inclusive he now sees everything as abusive It’s my mind under duress clouded and intentionally oppressed she has seen more wars than a Nazi left with no energy for practice it’s my vein, convalescence and congeal true intentions concealed my whole life is in disarray life has led me astray @talk2leigh (X & insta) 7:30am 13 Sept 2026
