My heart is heavy
Tasting failures
Trying to accept
Missed opportunity.
My head is buzzing
Thoughts encapsulate
Vultures circling
Bleeding flesh.
My lips are mouthing
Unspoken words
Whispered secrets
Hidden agendas.
My feet are aching
Forced marches
Around quicksand
Eating time.
My hands are grasping
Scattered atoms
Moulding shadow
Into shape.
My eyes are fading
Monochrome pictures
Bending memory
Swallowing hope.
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