Lexie-Rose - The Ceiling for Staring
Laying in bed, i stare at the ceiling / and surrounding me is nothing but darkness / all i can do is stare at my ceiling / as it slowly envelops me.
How did i get here? a common question asked / for each day, this is what be yearned? / to return to a state of silence and contempt? / just me, my bed, and my ceiling.
My ceiling knows me well, all my ins-and-outs, / as like clockwork, every night / it asks me who i am, and if it’s enough. / my confidant, asking questions that i cannot dare to answer.
And with this, i sit up, pushing darkness away, / and wonder if my ceiling causes this. / the very thing i stare at every night, / is this what’s holding me back?