Bone-Deep
Unstable again, the storm returns,
A mess inside that aches and burns.
I don’t know what I’m meant to do,
This hollow pain feels far too true.
It’s weird, it’s loud, it doesn’t cease,
It steals my rest, disturbs my peace.
I hate the weight it brings each time,
Its rhythm beats against my rhyme.
It creeps inside, beneath my skin,
A war I lose, I cannot win.
To bone and back, it makes its mark,
A haunting howl within the dark.
It’s stayed for years, it won’t let go,
A shadow cast on all I know.
I name it not, yet feel it near—
This feeling fed by quiet fear.
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