NowAfterThat

I really think that 
I died in Charlotte 
a part of me 
anyway I lived amongst 
bedbugs and around rodents 
my food was stolen 
my clothes never washed 
Everything that I held 
important was slowly and 
systematically chipped away like 
a toddler to a
brick wall and with 
each passing day I
felt the bricks of 
myself squeeze and fall 
tighter together but never 
giving way until one 
day I pulled what 
was left of myself 
up declaring no more 
With what was left
of the fumes of
hope and with nothing 
but the will that 
anything would be better 
I boarded a plane 
and flew to dreamland 
But this dreamland in
which I now live 
is no dream in
fact it’s my awakening 
from the nightmare that 
I had lived before