Like a dying
starfish
Whose tentacles
slowly
Lose their grip
and slip
And slip off
the surface
I was holding
onto for dear life.
My hold on my
old life slips
While I rest
behind these prison walls.
Contacts
diminish, trickling away
With every
passing day.
Slowly
forgetting faces, phone numbers,
Streets and
names
Of all I once
knew
All slipping
through my fingers
As I hold on
for dear life
To my old life
and memories
But I keep
losing my grip
Like a dying
starfish.
I´m slipping and
slowly falling
Away from my
old life
Into the abyss.
it tears at my heart that he feels like that. I cant even imagine.Most people cant thats why they keep doing it to people.
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