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singular poem - first post |
| Calming of breath as my heart beats rapidly beneath my breast Slowing the thought process until numbness returns Shadowing the pain of a taken life Maintaining the aura of solemn pleasantry Constantly questioned but answers don’t exist I am unaware I take not the self-destructive road of pity But wallow quietly in the twilight hours Daylight is reserved, not pressing business But important none-the-less At least they are to me As their pain grows, mine ceases to exist Roles not wanted but taken with lightness of thought This is not a burden This is my family And together we grieve |