No sunlight enters the window
or upon my soul today though a squinting
glare fights to intrude above the lambrequin;
fond memories conjure the good from the bad
and untangle the ignominious and ill-fated
aspirations from relinquished dreams, now,
this constant dredge and braying of torture
hold me and suppress me to the point of
no return to normality, the night steals
every conjured dream with wanton worry, death
won't forgive those who humble the ghosts and my
friends seek sanctuary in fables, yet, I just want
refuge from this leaseholder of souls, supine thoughts
stream through this drollery of tragedy, this journal
ends soon.
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