the same feeling lingers more than allowed, resurfaces the dim coloured echo, chasing away a glimmer sense of hope, it’s hollowed.

I don’t eat my feeling, it eats me, shatters, dematterializes the smallest existence of a will to believe, to yearn, to dream.

to every beat of the drum with no actual tempo, suffocating the lung out of me. my toes numb, my guts shaken, my head spins.

without missing a beatーa bit, a quake arrived with warnings I ignored, the cracks were formed; it’s a trophy, a reminder of what’s been endured.

a memento.

ah, the whispers become too frequent, too clear, to evaporate the agony, permeate my fear, to the slightest cheer I shear.

I stared

I’m beatenー

the unreasonable resonance starts to reason. I suppose I might call it even and summon all the ravens.