Day to Night,
Dawn to Dusk
Nearly every waking moment.
A cacophony of sensation
Floods my fogged world view.
Creaks and aches,
Moans and groans
An encompassing pain shoots throughout
As compliment to the subtly pervasive 'empty',
Always looming, watching and waiting,
Seemingly endless.
And yet, it is unmoving, restrained, held at bay.
Some invisible force, waxing and waning
Both bound, affixed
Inseparable opposition,
Two sides of the same coin.
A singular bridge of light
Gray, hollow, yet steadfast.
A calm, beating hum emanates
Filling the void
It washes past me
Leaving only the bitter reality,
What I've ALWAYS needed.
The pain of the fall
The will to stand
Dec 2, 2019
Dec 2, 2019 at 12:46 AM UTC
Day to Night,
Dawn to Dusk
Nearly every waking moment.
A cacophony of sensation
Floods my fogged world view.
Creaks and aches,
Moans and groans
An encompassing pain shoots throughout
As compliment to the subtly pervasive 'empty',
Always looming, watching and waiting,
Seemingly endless.
And yet, it is unmoving, restrained, held at bay.
Some invisible force, waxing and waning
Both bound, affixed
Inseparable opposition,
Two sides of the same coin.
A singular bridge of light
Gray, hollow, yet steadfast.
A calm, beating hum emanates
Filling the void
It washes past me
Leaving only the bitter reality,
What I've ALWAYS needed.
The pain of the fall
The will to stand
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