Wounded from Within

It is definite;

A pain never released

One cycle

That ends not

But only keeps beginning

It eats at me;

This powerlessness

Revolts me

And leaves me

An open wound.

In the waking

It is at its extreme

Devouring all hope

That is left in me.

I have to come to loathe

This fear;

It did nothing

But tear me open

And feed me

To the howling wolves

Of my delusions

I want out

I want out

I want out

of this weakness,

of this inability to breathe.

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