My heart feels like it is bleeding profusely. My breath strangles me as I suffer to stay tears that will not stop
Piercing pain sears my sturnum making breathing difficult; I am difficult. Parched throat, sleepless eyes, body broken, spirit dead
Laid bare exposed being picked to shreds as the unforgiving sun rises in eastern skies
Forced in ever silent mourning, the pain that lips could not utter
Dare not utter, for years and years, compounded
Always coquetry, never a commitment
Am I doomed to be single and carry the black-hole like void where my love used to be?
When will this excess finally submerge me, isn’t this the boundary for one lifetime. How much more pain can my weak breast bear?
How much anguish before I break?
How many disappointments and crushed dreams can I take
Before myself I am lost to myself, do I really recognize me?
The massive wounds, the deep gouges, pound of flesh presented always. Only so much left before the spirit releases
Only so much before I’m ethereal, fading into ephemeral space, fading fading into obsidian surges
Until at last the reaper’s soothing touch decays all rights and memory’s bitter touch.
The happy place returned to at last, there to stay for a brief respite. Then back again on the painstaking journey
Hoping this time to find the illusive light.
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