A fortress of fortitude held my composure.
have I mentioned the window with overexposure?
A mattress, no sheets.
I'm fed while in bed with little to eat.
I've fled in my head but not on my feet.
I am comfortable only when I am almost asleep.
the darkness allows me to see what I please.
I've ask for forgiveness but never once have I been on my knees.
No voices, just screeching noises.
Long pauses, waiting for a roar of applause's.
An audience perhaps with fingers to snap.
coercing and daring me to relapse.
An encore when it pours.
My freedom when I snore.
This room has no door.
But I can't withdraw until the end of my tour.
About the Creator
Chamiyo De Lille
My name is Chamiyo Duarte De Lille better known as "Chamz" I am a spoken-word artist, writer, and a poet. I use my writing to express myself and hopefully to touch other people, helping them to over come any of life's challenges.
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