From the Belly of the Beast

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I have a strange, uneasy feeling,
A tsunami of emotion
Raining down on me.
A love/hate thing
Tearing me apart.
From the inside,
From the depths
Deep within the dark.
A wave of shadow –
Creature from my subterranean soul –
My other self, this unquiet heart.

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In Absentia: Part 2

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And between the dreaming and the waking,
I feel something in me is breaking.
For I no longer see to the other side
And the cracks just get wider and wider.
Because while it is the lies that will let me down
It is among a sea of truths that I will drown.

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Matters

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This state of being
When nothing is worth believing.
When everything
Seems transitory and false.
When winter rains feel like
The only thing there has ever been.
And my mind is waterlogged,
By currents that circulate confusion.
Drip feeding that nothing will ever matter again.

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Take It or Leave It

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Cut me to the quick
To the essence of my soul,
And you will find granite
The bedrock of my being.

Lacerate me with words
From your flame-tempered tongue
And you will find me fireproof,
As resilient I stand.

Assault me with slanders,
Attack me with hurricane winds
And you will discover
I’m the survivor of storms.

 
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Originally Published 8 February 2018

Rainy Monday

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I’m a child who is still growing
I’ve not gained enough experience yet.
I don’t have the level of knowing
To stand on my own feet without a helping hand
From someone who loves me.
From someone prepared to accept my fallibility.
My ability to fuck it up on an epic scale,
I can only say sorry
On those days when I don’t feel ready to be an adult.
You know, when it’s Monday and raining again.
 
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Originally Published 20 February 2017

Internal Combustion

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This engine power always
Fails me at the wrong time,
Just as I reach the hardest part of the climb.
When the destination is almost in sight,
Beyond the next incline, around the next bend.
So far, I have done everything right,
So it seems. I have come much farther than before, after all.
But still, here am I marooned so near to the end
When I have almost earned my reward. To see the place with the clearest view.

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Nemesis

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Fading, failing,
Faltering footsteps. Evading
The moment of truth.

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