There are days
When sorrows wake up with you.
Last night’s moon
haunts you
Like a fool’s mirror,
Reflecting lights
That you must
misconstrue -
Reminders that madness
has stepped nearer.
These are your random days of dire distress,
Regrets without
meaning,
Pointless despair,
Hollow hot tears
that scorch,
Bid you repress
Sanguine thoughts
Of
others who might still care.
And when the
sadness lifts
You will wonder
Where it went
And when it plots
to return.
But for now
Your heart quakes,
Split asunder,
Although it beats,
The pulse stings
like a burn.
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