The room was quiet
All except for,
A whirring, humming laptop,
Occasional clank of the heater,
A voice echoing from down the hall
Through the door, open
Slightly ajar,
The printer spews forth paper
With printed letters, the envelope sits
The words convey a message
Of what (inside my head) is a jumbled mess-
My heart is in pain
I feel I cannot describe,
I do my best to stretch my brain,
Only my feelings make their way outside-
Outside is an overwhelming peace
One I can’t seem to find
In the confines of this small space;
So I grab my things and leave,
Eventually I’ll return,
When I find my quiet release.
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