Lucien: You sleep rather soundly, for a murderer...
Gravity
Nothing feels soothing anymore,
No voice, no praise, no comforting hand
In seclusion, I sit thinking
Grasping the pages, feeling that invisible force,
That weight that presses down on me.
I grasp the pages tightly,
I hold on, but it's no escape.
It's a portal, an entry to another world
Where at least the gravity is lighter than this one's.
But no words soothe me, no actions;
This world is just as real as my own,
And no one understands.
The invisible wall forces me down
Until I can't even feel it anymore.
"Gravity," (c) Rebecca Grapentine, December 13th, 2011
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