The night comes swiftly even as the light never dawned
Darkness is not quiet through the light
The end is visible though the birth not so long past
An original from yours truly that just seeped its short path through my brain.
And believe it or not, a second followed...
So nearly painful and affronting, the reverberation felt from the faint fluttering of an eyelash or the grand gesture to stand upright
The sharp pang of an unsaid thought to the quiet yet somehow cacophonous jolt of a breath
Unassuming
Impersonal
Disparate
Resonation
The latter being an attempt to express my torture throughout my current, prescribed, drug withdrawal.
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