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3 months ago · · Poetry,
Midnight-- I am choking in sadness
with a fistful of glass in my chest.
I convince myself to ignore it,
and to close my eyes and rest.
But how am I supposed to breathe
when I am drowning in an ocean of dread?
And how am I supposed to sleep
when fear is lurking beside my bed?
I toss and turn in madness,
as if running from a deadly beast.
I pray for anyone to come find me
and finally grant me peace.
Please hold me in your arms, love,
because it's hard for me to stay.
Maybe tonight I'll finally surrender--
there's nothing here to keep me sane.
... yet morning comes and I have to go
be the shadow of the person I used to be.
I look at Death in the mirror
and wonder if he'll ever claim me.