Shrinking

My world is shrinking.
It is no more untidy, but freshly painted
Cream walls.
My sleep is shrinking.
Dreams no more of the seas but a blank pair of eyes
And a swimming cloud in the sky.
My hunger is shrinking.
Strive to live for myself and do so much more
Beyond the hours that give me sustenance and a career
(What is a career but a useless ladder that I must climb).

My eyes are shrinking in sleep
Exhaustion collectes in pools that just doesn’t seem to end.
I am tired, no brainer there
But my ability to hold the world within myself is shrinking.
I’m hollow without the ability to fly.

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~insight07

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