brink of breakdown
can't wait for the sand and salt water,
the full moon as witness,
the island and the soul
ceasing existence
in a nanosecond
to feel the void
and shed a tear or two,
to feel the agony and bliss
of compounded emotions--
unprocessed, poisonous.
the spirit writhes in pain
despite the therapeutic harmony
which should salve the soreness
but instead lashes deep wounds
and leaves scars.
then continue hurting
trying to justify the circumstances;
and be a martyr not for anyone else
but for one's self
just this once
and be ego-centric.
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