A Late Evening's Meditation On Mental Agony
My mind is leaden with the crush
of pain—a numbness of the soul
that's not an adrenaline rush;
but leaves me feeling yet unwhole.
Unwhole! Unwhole! And afflicted.
How goes this night unpredicted!?
Copyright © Ngoc Nguyen | Year Posted 2021
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