fades
your face
cringes,
your heart
sinks,
your head
spins,
you can't
think.
So many days
gone without sleep:
walls heave stiff chests
towards you,
you stumble by
(collapse).
The world stares
through prescription lenses
much too strong for its many pairs
of eyes.
You pound your fists at the thick glass
until your knuckles
bleed,
your fingers
break
your wrists
swell, crack.
But you can't feel the pain
as you sink against
the distorted glass at your back.
It's hard when the sun can't reach you,
each day your heart droops
sadder than the last.
But someday something breaks the glass surrounding.
You can
breathe
You can
stretch your arms
You can
smile
You can see
the world looking back
right at you.