Expire

The fruits of life

Will still expire.

The heat of my breath

Will not take me higher.

In what time do we reveal

The inner demons,

The silent screams,

The misplaced gun shots

In which we feel?

To you

I am paralyzed.

I do not feel.

For I am strong

And my insides are numb

All from feeling

Too much.

 

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