~Drained~
yet the salt rivers
carve deeper, still flowing.
~Blind~
yet the eyes search the dark,
groping for the gone.
~Numb~
yet the wound blooms fresh,
each hour a slow knife-turn.
~Fallen~
yet faking through the day,
the cycle grinding on without me.
~Nothing left~
yet the snarled threads
of future and fate choke me awake.
~Dead~
and still breathing.
May 19, 2025
May 19, 2025 at 1:22 AM UTC
~Drained~
yet the salt rivers
carve deeper, still flowing.
~Blind~
yet the eyes search the dark,
groping for the gone.
~Numb~
yet the wound blooms fresh,
each hour a slow knife-turn.
~Fallen~
yet faking through the day,
the cycle grinding on without me.
~Nothing left~
yet the snarled threads
of future and fate choke me awake.
~Dead~
and still breathing.
