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in the fervour of my sweat
sheets drenched
i wake to the toxic bellow of my own voice
in the torment of my own thoughts

in the complexity of my simple life
i lay eyes swollen wide open
 in the measure of hours set aside for sleep

overwhelmed by recent events
i struggle with the haunting of their potential outcome 
in the exaggeration of my emotional outpour i bleed tears

dry to the air of the night
i shrivel like a plum under light

so this is what it is like
to be a prey to grief
an abhorrent internal pain 
i forget its feel when it is gone 
i remember its feed when it is here

bent 
out of sorts
barely able to walk
i return to the inferno of my now 

quiet

i keep my affliction private and unassuming 




Feb 28 2016
armand

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