Tuesday, 28 August 2007

A slow annihilation of sense
Bursts of light, shards of glass
Infusing steadily as though with rights to pass
The pain a constant...its mastery a lapse
Of losses immense
Held within labourious gasps
Where words die in their value
And language doesn't do justice
While the writing becomes stale
When this ceases to be solace
Fists clenched, perceptions dazed
Straight backed, I hibernate
This too shall pass...
So long.

Labels: pain, withdrawal

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