this weight
held by one
unbreakable
strand
pulls me down
further
inside myself.
if I do not
move
it does not
sway.
a pendulum
of heartache
back and forth
between melancholy
and hysteria.
tightening my fists
to regain balance
forgotten pen,
in hand now broken.
ink flows
from open wound
black thick
thoughts runs on.
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