I see a haze of colours
rush by me,
people blur into one.
I have to step
back inside,
away from the light,
confined,
by my own mind.
These four walls
have become my safest friends
when whispers turn
to shouts, screams.
When possibilities turned into
just dreams,
of better times that I'd
never quite achieve.
Instead I take leave,
from the world
and all its needs.
I'm done with these anxieties.
I'm hanging up the coat,
resigning from life,
checking out of this hotel
tonight.
- Erin 31st May 2014
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Erin Shields
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