January 14, 2018
Thoughts pried open, releasing the mouldy past.
Too long these have made a home.
Your tenancy is up and it’s time to go.
No longer excuses will tie me down.
Keeping me shackled down to your sordid intentions
Not much left to go.
Let go of those chains.
One call and it can spell the end of my beginning.
Always at the starting line waiting for the gun shot.
Fales gazes and testing phases still my own self from moving
No more, those locks don’t work.
I know the combination.
All bagged with blank tags.
Rusted and broken you are not welcome any more