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what is a mind at war

with itself

my Self

fragmented

oozing through the gaps

in my Spirit

a thousand festering wounds

burn through my vessel

through Me,

“the observer”

feels more like

“the victim”

begging for a

permanent end

to the suffering that is

Life

relentless

loss

cruelty

despair

the pressure

of one thing piling

atop another

& another

& another

trying to hold it

together

keep it moving

lest i die or

worse

i break

& the corrosive ichor

that’s seeped through

my Spirit

my Self

spills unto Every Thing

a rot

that burrows deep

& makes a feast

of All that is sacred

to Me,

a thing

still beyond it’s own reach

lost

& at war with itself.