Reaching in all directions for not nothing but something, something unknown to me
Confusion erupts through the inward soul I have kept and I lash out at myself in spite,
Reducing me to what is now an unrecognizable being
Swarming around are whispers and accusations holding fast,
Leaving space for nothing but what I despise,
A cancer of my created world, a death upon my plate,
Deep in the center of my core I know it has to be over,
And I shred every last hope and memory to rid myself of anything more than it all.
HGM
11/8/15
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