Friday, September 5, 2014

Raw

Melancholy song
played at top volume,
filling the room
before a storm;
and I die inside,
pain swelling beneath
the tears,
fear. 
Fear of how not to be
sad,
fear of forgetting how to be
glad,
fear of disappearing
even while I'm here,
dissolving into
sand;
pain makes it all a
foreign land.

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