A Long Forty Eight Hours

If you stare
at the same four walls
for long enough,
a fifth can start
to appear.

Perhaps it’s then
you’re supposed to
realise that
the end is near.

If you stare
at the same four walls
for long enough,
your mind can
start to bend.

Perhaps it’s then
you’re supposed to
know it’s the
beginning of the end.

9 Replies to “A Long Forty Eight Hours”

      1. Well that’s very kind of you to say, but I fear you may be easily pleased 😁 My ramblings are just that… I look forward to checking out more of your posts though πŸ‘πŸ–€

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  1. Where you in my room the other night? Staring up at the ceiling w/out a sound ..eyes wide open….the darkness started swirling at the edges of my eyes & covered my vision. I might had been scared if I knew to be…..but I enjoyed the ride of swirling in & out of no sight…..great write my flowic friend. Systems been hacked….I disabled the microphone but they can have the rest πŸ™‚

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