Tuesday, January 13, 2015

LXXXI

A Decline 

My ponders never ceasing, constant thought raging beneath the layers of skull and skin. 
Hard pill. Cold water. I swallow.
No longer suicidal. No longer much of anything at all. 
Numbness surrounds me, like the dial of my feelings has been turned way down. 
What was I pondering? I no longer remember now. My depth has shallowed.

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