ceilings

staring up at my ceiling

I see everything on my ceiling,

up there,

the world is turning,

but its still where i am,

painfully frozen,

sometimes there's just this shadow that looms,

waiting to swallow me whole,

sometimes i see me,

in a different state of mind,

sometimes i see the pain,

as if transformed from a feeling into an object,

heavy like led,

dark like time before creation,

My ceiling is clear,

like a blank page waiting,

to be filled with those thoughts,

the ones that make no sense,

the ones that can not escape,

any other way,

my ceiling hides them to,

my darkest pains and secrets,

locked away.

Author's Note

ceilings