Venting
Sharp-edged shards
spew from my heart--
when will it end?
Will it ever?
My toxic thoughts
seem so true,
so plausible--
why can't I see?
Will I ever?
Love whispers
in the background,
calling me--
why can't I hear?
Will I ever know,
ever understand?
Wrong answers.
Wrong questions.
Despair is always with us
waiting for redemption.
What can I see?
What can I hear?
What can I change?
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