Slivers of Self
The weight of nightmares
Renders one
Crushed in a corner
Crumbled to fragments
Disintegrated to splinters
Slivers of self, decomposed
Bundle of anguish
Clump of sorrow
Lump of grief
Yearn to break this
Hope to block
Oh stop this, oh stop
Wake op in this corner
Mishmash of confusion
Cluttered turmoil
Racing heart beat
A river of tears
and chatter, chatter
of teeth on teeth
Arms around shiver
Hold tight, hold tight
Slowly the room
Is a room instead of
Halls of anguish
Gradually realism
Overtakes surreal
Warm shower washes
away the last of...
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February 2, 2017
Copyright © Darren White | Year Posted 2017
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