Pain
Sunday 22 nd January 2017
It pierces.
The pain
The guilt
the pressure.
Like the throbbing
of my head.
The words.
The gentle breeze does care for me,
it really does.
But ever so fragile as the smallest leaf
i fall
defeated
to the words
the words of pain
its pain
not mine
but mine
that subtle movement
is a hurricane
that leaf
its cause
it makes no sense
nothing does
but both the gentle breeze
and the leaf
know.
its mine.
like the throbbing in my head.
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