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Rope
I shut it down
when it gets too loud
and I go back
underground.
I feel it like a thud,
dull but hollow,
loud and shallow.
I wallow, I bellow.
I hope, I hope
then I damn the hope
down the hole,
throw the rope.
I’m afraid,
afraid of my brain,
afraid of the rain,
my pain,
the words on the page,
the ever growing rage,
the crushing despair,
the hate.
No mo...
Monday 10th April 2017 5:25 pm
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