Tuesday, September 27, 2011

Gripped

I can feel the sadness grip me
literally feeling like hands wrapping around my chest
claws tearing into my flesh
splitting me in two until I can no longer keep the tears in

only a quick gasp escapes with the initial burst
silently then they pour forth
mutedly they continue to burn down my face falling onto my heaving chest
I struggle to catch my breath

as quickly as the intense melancholy is brought on
it leaves me; tear streaked and alone
so confused
still morose
finally able to breathe

...etching my old fears; into new awareness...|9:12 p.m.|

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