Newborn

Docile
I sway from place to place
Dragged by sheets of coarse paper
Gliding
My feet barely scratch the ground
The threat of stumbling ever-constant.

Trying
Oh, I’m trying
But there is only so much information
I can absorb
Before I begin to leak
The shimmering pools on the ground
My sanity
Drying up.

Heavy
Their words upon my eyelids
My vision impaired
While only vague shapes
Convey the ideas

I am supposed to understand.

{ Citizen Erased }