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Within this tender…

Heart we find,

Bruised and beaten.

Left to die.

I feel the cold has left me now,

A numbness settles in this brow.

I need to feel this,

Something real…

But the numbness worse than death,

Won’t heal.

I’m carrying a weight right now. 

A heavy burden,

Great and how?

It’s buckled my knees,

And sent me to earth.

Blistering, burning, in a frozen north!

The ground below,

Which is frozen somehow…

Remains the coldest place to show.

And up above, rests like the dead.

A body strewn,

Like one torn red.

But nothing doth reside inside.

So this must be the death we hide from.

You fear the physical kind of sleep.

But I…

I fear…
The mental heap.

The staring blankly into space.

The distant noises,

Start to fade.

The world around us,

Growing black.

All this,

And yet,

You live!

The tingling, as you fight this,

The aching in your chest.

The dagger has caught within your throat.

You can feel there’s nothing left.

There’s nothing left to feel, so cold.

And what fire,
Burned this hole?

Because the crater that it left behind…

 We’ve come most unfortunate to find,

 This hollow empty shell of mind.

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~ 1/5/18