Breaking Point

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Storm is over but I can still feel the thunder
Rumbling in my limbs, torso, making my heart race quicker
Ashy clouds in the sky making me feel under
Rattling unsettling thoughts give me a quiver
Unaware what the future holds

Everything seems out of space
Every feeling seems out of place
Nothing but a fuzzy blur of confusion

Air saturated with despondency
Assimilating what little I have in me
HOPE

Trying so hard to breathe a word to someone
To only end up choking in my own disappointments
Drowning in my misery
Grasping for help

Nobody seems to take notice of my cries and shouts
To relieve me of this trouble
Yet again, am in my own bubble

Disoriented,
Broken soul,
Yearning for the sunlight to wound its way in the mangled spirit

Heal the invisible scars
Wearing me down to the core
Wondering what I even live for.
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