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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