I Just Died in my Arms Tonight

Through the darkness of my emotions I found a light and stumbled forward.

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First I cried for myself.

My eyes cast across this being, this shrinking confused self, and sought a shred of distance, lest I catch some breath of fear.

The crippling gloom washed over, a tide of foamed waves drowned me, heartlessly rejecting a ‘once-ever’ love to reappear.

Then I was angered by myself.

Rushes of expectation thundered in my chest, demanding respect, justice — all I knew was my given right.

The red rage splintered my thoughts, wanting to strike-out and pummel others, force upon them the devastation of my plight.

Then I laughed at myself.

Seeing the fallacy of my anger, the thin ice of presumption and abandoned deception that constructed my precious space.

Rolls of uncontrollable laughter rattled through me, stealing my voice, taking my breath, as absurdity tickled my face.

Then I pitied myself.

Looking back I stood on a corner and I cast my soul asunder searching for solace, yet I found no understanding, nor a place to turn.

In shivering darkness, enshrouded by brooding walls as judgement lashed my skin, I withered, a…