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[PMS Tiny Zombie]

I wrote this when I was recovering from my appendectomy, and they had me on some pretty hardcore painkillers due to the fact that Lortabs weren't doing the trick.

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I fight my body
Wanting it to let me go
I twist and writhe against
The physical borders of my mind
In every way that I know how
As a lover
As a bitter enemy.

Finally, sweet release.
I am free, and the pain which
Held me physically
Is not here, nor alongside me
This must be my nirvana -
And then, without warning,
I am moved.

A visage of you stands before me
You reach out as if to touch me
But I do not want to feel you
Do not want you anymore
Instead, I reach inside your visage
A from within pull a heart
And a soul.

I touch your soul and it shatters
I clasp the heart in my hands
Until it beats no more.
I slowly wrap my arms around my body
My wispy hands take hold of
My own soul; it too, shatters
Ringing as pieces hit the floor.

I beg for release, again
It is not given
I make my way to the
Physical borders of my being
Only to find that it was I
That was broken all along
What does it take to fix this?

[H2O Gotham]

Very interesting, it has a very nice use of visual ques, it's a nice showing of your command of prose. I may read it a few more times to fully digest the subject matter, it can't be done just one time over.

[PMS Tiny Zombie]

It's actually a pretty in-depth look at some things that i was going through at the time.

Amazingly enough, I have no recollection of writing it. I found it in Word the next morning, unsaved.

[H2O Gotham]

Sometimes when the mind is at a state of such freedom, it produces our best work. Albeit, yours was occupied with quite a few things at the time, it was allowed enough space to produce something that while you don't remember creating it, holds a lot of worth and even more merit.