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Sorrow's Piano

Each step aches

Pushing through mud like molasses

Just to get where I'm going

Just a breath

A moment of reprieve

But this, this is pain's space and time

Not mine

Days feel like months

My temple crumbling around me

Wavering and frail, even the wind shakes me

This is pain's time, not mine

The more I fight, the worse I feel

So I lay down my angry heart

In defeat, I have failed.

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Apr 9, 2016
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