Hovering the in-between
Part ghost, part new man
Moved on enough to say I no longer cry all day
More angry than sad
And stronger than I thought.
Feels like I haven’t slept in weeks
Or maybe I’ve been asleep this entire time
Summoning from within
Enough to pass the next hour
The clarity of pain doesn’t disappoint.
Unlike trash disposed, I have feelings
Confusion high on the list
Persistent and omnipotent
The baffling stupidity of it all helps matters not.
Why doesn’t the poison of your bullets kill?
My heart still beats though discombobulated
Atoning for your sins
While dissolving into nothingness.
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