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…
–Leo Ferreira 2013
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