trapped

my limit is the top of my skull
the reach of my touch stops at my fingers
how can I hold you close like this?
With every breath you push me farther
now I can’t even see you cry
but I feel it – oh, I feel it
bored and alone
the simulated crossfire
stings me
bullets bury into bone
while singing flocks smile and laugh
I’m so terribly alone

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