Binned By Love

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January 29, 2013 by phillipfrost


Binned By Love

Binned by love,

Born to hate,

I live my life in a small brown crate,

No windows, No doors,

There is no escape,

And all I can see is what my mind creates.

In this darkness,

Like these rhymes,

 It’s my life.

Icily hollowed to the core.

I fear I am only able to reminisce.

Surrounded by my own imaginative mind

Confining reality to a small brown crate.

Lined walls encompass me

Inching closer and closer

Then I start not to breathe,

It’s because I need to leave.

This is where my soul grieves.

I’ve learned to play dead.

Broken…

Lustless…

 My life is trapped in a bin…

 Of what we can call love…

© Phillip Frost 2013

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4 thoughts on “Binned By Love

  1. thanks for your visit. This post gave me claustrophobia – I think that’s a complement…

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