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[Marsbert]

The Missing

Gaping
hole…empty spot -
searing fire within -
lost without a trace from the world.
And the

heart. Let
it go, let it
fly, don’t show the pain - don’t
let that demon out through your mouth -
the breath

in you
torturing you
slowly with those thoughts of
life and love and those who are gone…
days are

just days,
time is just time,
no matter how much. The
pounding echoes thumping your ears -
losing

your mind -
arms feel dead, legs
are slippery. The stress
rips and splits at the seams…a moist
wet lump

in the
back of your throat,
sewn to your skin, attached
to your heart…a parasite latched
to your

soul. Sucks
it through your chest -
but no one will see, what
if they could - what would they do?
You stand

in the
mire, the fog,
and swamp of hell, and no
body gets out whole, rather……
missing.