3.05.11 – 22.45

anxiety anger and grief rot away into a despair
that wells up into pools that poise themselves
in and beneath the lids of my swollen eyes and i think
that maybe sleep will help or maybe
the mindless slide of these beads between my thumb and fingertips
but all tomorrow yields is another day of endless hours
and another day of soulless mourning

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