Slowly Going Crazy [06-19-01]

Something in a wounded mass
of muscle and unlasting blood
beats through me beyond this game
he said he never understood.

My rhymes are hollow in my ears;
the one inspired me brings me pain.
And I can’t block the sound of those
harsh words ..They’re driving me insane…

Sorrow’s madness leaks the doubt
that maybe it was justified..
How could I be incomplete?
those imperfections crucified

inside a bosom tempest tossed
with selfish qualms and ignorance?
How can I begin to mend
myself, subvert to penitence?

Sour sobs still choke inside me,
glares and ghostly echoes burn
through silent accusations. Here I
have no place where I can turn.

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