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Under My Tears

Under my tears
I lay in wait again
To be torn apart
From illusionary friends.

The heaviness of this
Has dropped me on scuffed knees
The rawness burns.

I'd lift my head to see a way
But the blows have left me shrinking.

The pain drips constantly
But not enough to drown
Just enough to push the salt deeper.

Under my tears
I want to scream to extinguish the noises
Why so many unfamiliar voices.

Oh the sea of torment
Is on me now
Pulling me further from tranquility.

Servility has manacled my ankles
No utterance away from this absolution
Close my breath
Then close my eyes.

               --Tristan, February, 2013

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