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My heart sits still in the thick darkness The ever-present rhythm silenced For a fleeting moment I see the glow beyond myself Shining in cold night I listen for a noise A single sound Piercing my inmost reverie, the calm serenity of the pond, Up in ripples of pain, cascading beyond the surly tempest That rages within The droplet falls, emotions splatter like milk on the floor, Covered with pearls of irony I cease the endless mumbling, for it only brought The moon to my face. I cannot see beyond the silver streamings of the window And yet yeet I wander along cracked floorboards Feeling the splinterous rasp of sorrows Icy cold drafts rake my cheeks Smoke, stale in the eve, stings my pale eyes I reach out, a tentative finger into the mire Effort of reason Explanation The probe seeks for warmth Comfort of senility Freeness of the heartbeat Cut off is the seeking Stilled Quenched The searing gouge lasts only for a minute And the pain dulls, eases But the scar lasts for years. |
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