The circle goes unbroken

And so, the
sighs go
By and bye.

And so,

it goes, stop.

The idea. Stop.

Is. Pauses.

Nothing
Is
Worth
Telling.
Stop.

Words
Mean
Emptying

Never stops

Mirrors
Relate
Horrors

Stop being so
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The past is a floodgate
Of pain
Fomented by
Barriers
To
Any
Hope
Of
Healing

For
me

The One Before Me

Everything that used to bring
Me a modicum of pleasure
Now just sends a blank stare
Of all that can be taken away
And with that gone
That one last tattered thread to
Being somewhat whole
For once
All that goes away
Gets obliterated
On that day
And all is emptiness
On both sides
And inside I feel hollow
As if everyone horrible
Was right
And all kindness has been
Stripped from the world
Yet I am the only one
Standing vulnerable
Bare
Laid waste
All of you have
To what probably was
A misplaced
Entity
To begin
With
But why must I be shattered so
Why must nothing
Good become a
Respite for me
In between the liars and the cheats
The one intent on tearing down
To the root
If
The cellular level
Could be erased,
I would
So
Easily
Disappear

My life ripped from the
Pages
No evidence here
I’m fine with the
Realization
Of nothingness

But if you die
As you seem to be
Doing
The emptiness
Will never be
Anything but a gaping
Hole in my heart

No matter what you say
My soldier
My fighter
My champion

I can’t seem to convince you
How much you have
Set up shop in
My soul

And the over-reaching
Grasp of sadness
Seems
To always
Find its way

You saved me from the abyss
Many times
Of which
My hyper-critic lecturing progenitor
Has no
Understanding

He places that little value
On the power of
Love

Because
Money is money
And my choices
Have all been
Wrong
You’ve made that
Clear for years and
Remind me
Of
It
Incessantly
Particularly
In the
Bleak times

All the positives
Erased
With a surge
Of self-hatred

To

The

Point

Where

She

Can’t

Be

Found

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What

Keeps any of us going

She points
Says
Just ahead
Round the bend

And
Before
They
Know
It

Everything is over

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Rogue wave

Rapscallions
Are no better than
Regular scallions

auto stocks
power locks
you caught me
dismantling my soul

And sat there
waiting

I find myself
Nowhere
All
At once

wondering how words
Come apart
Like nomadic
Gestures
to the door

It’s not that I’m
No good
At hints
Anymore
It’s just that
Blunt force trauma
Becomes her

Muted
autumn
Colors
don’t exist
for a reason

So far I have escaped your Detection

Come find me

I am firmly rooted in the apex of your mind

I think I don’t think

It’s all the forming snide dish of hell
Jello

I, fund you

Stuck in

Slip knot round my heart

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