Immense

It’s a never-ending pain,

Wrapped in different papers,

Everytime

But the writhe is same.

Chokes the pipe,

Smothers the mouth,

Screams into the dark

Even into the lighted hideaways.

With no voice although everytime,

You find maneuvers.

You burn a hole

In your blankets

When you sleep,

Breathe in the intermittents,

Push all your energy

To clear out the lacrimal,

Et, voila!

In the dingy dark labyrinth

First time in long time,

You muck around in the mess,

But could that bring on in the energy

To cheer up in the morning.

Let the morning come

And then the tassels of my blankets decide.

It’s a never-ending pain

And it’s immense.

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