8 July 2016


Agony unleashed and lashed out
Leaving no markings, no welts

The body wracked by turmoil
Began to cave in and implode

You came, you always do
In some shape, form or manner

Washed out and cleansed
Taking away the needless

Leaving behind comfort and peace
And a certitude most quiet

You always hover around 
In the dust, the air, the people

Waiting for the space- to step in.
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