Monday, September 1, 2014

August 30th


Pain bids me good night
I go to bed
I wake up
Pain rises with the sun,
It's been playing with my dreams, chasing away sleep
Four letters that are the perfect descriptive for 27 months of misery
Pain is my jailer and cruel companion,
It reminds me of our too long anniversary every day
With every sunset, the count grows heavy over my shoulders, over my soul
It's like a vice, tight and hot, debilitating and heavy
It's here keeping me alive enough to keep killing me
It whips me careful not to completely break me
It exposes me for everybody to throw stones at me
Pain
It keeps dictating words

It wishes to wrench loose vowels from my mouth.

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