Deep In The Heartache

Staying up for three days

inside of one night,

the walls come crashing in

 

Compression imploding,

my mind exploding,

all memory suffering

 

Each hour like three,

as day becomes night,

the reaper at the door

 

Waist deep in the heartache,

his presence a warning

—my exit unsecure

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2020)

 

 

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