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curl

I try to curl up within my words again

pale

against the backdrop of failing

I feel my knuckles clench

I wind myself up tighter

into a ball

into a casement of sorrow

in the hope of squeezing out

all of my pain,

it weighs me down

it pulls my ‘neath the surface

of seemingly tranquil water.

I have lost some sort of contact with reality

yet

I find that I am closer than many

to what we call

truth.

Blind.

I cannot see

against the greenery of my own confusion

that grows

and winds itself around me

choking out any clarity

that I work so hard to obtain.

Sometimes, I wonder what the point of it all even is.

Why am I here?

Why do I try?

Can I hold back this river

before it overflows

before I collapse,

empty myself

and cry?

-Eva M.M.

-As always thank you for reading and allowing me to see how you process the things that I write. Thank you.

Me and the pen, we are one. If its ink would cease to flow, my ink would cease to flow.”

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Author:

I am the author of 1withthepen.wordpress.com and am currently working on a book of poems. To find out more check out my about me page as well as my page about my blog and welcome to the ink angels community.

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