The Final Battle. The Final Victory. Not Yet The End.


Fury, forged in the darkness,
is anesthetized by the morning light
(still, it throbs).
Long frozen tears, oozing ’til daybreak,
are cauterized by the frothy heat
(still, they fester).
Disappointment, anxiety,
depression, hatred
(and love)
suffocate in a thin stew
of stupor,
of boredom,
of addiction
of indifference.
The ice coldness melts
my skin.
The searing heatness freezes
my brain

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