to the depth of my soul.

this pain does not ache temporarily, it is consistent
it may be placed complacently on a shelf for a few hours,
but it is hurt to the depth of my soul.

will there be no respite from this nightmare of time,
the supposed lapsed time of which everyone speaks,
the it will be ok eventually talk.

finding the blessings of right now seems few and far between,
a momentary glimpse of joy squashed by brief communicae
a hurricane of turmoil from the depth of my soul.

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