hail storms in my mind
a thousand stones of frozen thoughts
plummeting
never melting
stagnant in the ice-box of
a forever perturbance
i collect broken liquid of
what was once a whole reflection
of me
trying to hold on
trying to hold on
but they aways seem to slip away
a simple science i cannot face
the air tastes different now
warm and moist on the graze of my cheek
a touch of something worse
much worse than before
when all was rain
and thunder
drenching me until i was too weak
to break
and my lungs gave in
and i succumbed to my state of humanity
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