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my words and thoughts are less frequent now

 

the words that gave me hope

 

the thoughts that gave me freedom

 

but the blame lies within me

 

which only twists the blade

 

that much deeper

 

I see so much

 

and I do so little

 

the absence of touch

 

of sharing

 

of caring

 

circumscribes the vacuum

 

of my private hell

 

quicksand struggles

 

lung tightening confinement

 

tertiary blindness 

 

falling on knees

 

tears in mid air

 

frozen in time

 

face lifted upward

 

bathed in caustic light

 

impaled by pity

 

lost to all

 

found by none

 

last breath

 

and now gone

 

 

 

but more chapters remain

 

different endings exist

 

the struggle never ceases

 

like the tide

 

rhythmic ebbing

 

subtle sand patterns to interpret

 

discovering the good

 

found in caring friends

 

the ones who know

 

what to forgive...

 

the ones who know

 

what to treasure...

 

about me



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