outside the door

that feeling
that sleepy sliding feeling
that need to hide
to disappear
to become a myth
of a rumor

anxious energetically
tiredly manic

in the ever spinning arm
of spiralling hopelessness
as the world
pisses cold rain
on the dirty concrete
right outside
the door

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