unpracticed phrases and improper words find their hope on the tip of my tongue.
clenched fists turn flat as they level with my face.
they absorb the unpleasant sorrow that streams without any sense of control.
thoughts deep inside race with no comprehensible destination.
tearing through the unsettled matter that remains a mystery.
black smudges beneath my palms will cease to be seen by anyone but the stranger beyond the shattered glass.
my unfamiliar voice screams helplessly into the lifeless pillow that has been through many similar nights before.
searching for a phone; a friend; a pair of ears and a gentle voice to assure me that nothing is past the point of repair.
a loss of hope stops me in my tracks, as i have been down this path before.
never have i heard a loving voice say that they'll be near.
[SIDENOTE: THIS IS REALLY OLD]
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