Subdued

In the distance, a rusty sledge hammer falls in unison

with the incessant pounding of my skull

penetrating my brain like a criminal

wearing my thoughts just like a glove

 

I am still conscious

although weary

as I catch a fleeting glimpse

of the sinking tangerine sun

 

And your voice…so close and velvet in echo

is the only thing that keeps me from coming undone

 

 

 

 

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