Nauseous

2013-01-31 20:40

It's hopeless
I cannot reason
with this nausea

This overreaching
shroud of filth
permeating my bedroom walls

I tried to leave
my bed earlier
but couldn't

I'm shackled to it
like a slave wearing
submission on my neck

Light shines through
the blinders I hide behind
making me vulnerable,

making me exposed
out in the open
for strangers to exploit

So I hide
under the covers
of my bed

wearing this shroud,
this nausea,
as a protective charm