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Sunrise

I need help, I can’t breath,
But what can I do
To escape this pain that burns like fire?

Every thought, every deed
Brings on torment anew,
My stress it is dire.

My body can run,
But my mind, it must stay,
A prison of thought does conspire.

So my days must be done,
As I can’t get away
From this cell in my head made of fire.

And try as I might,
To escape this lament,
Through thought, action, or word.

There is no chance of flight,
For gone is strength,
Pierced by my very own sword.

So I burn and I cry,
Awaiting to die,
For death must be coming my way.

But still I must try
To find out why,
Things get worse, and worse, each day.

But my tears I can’t heed,
And my screams I ignore,
As I watch my despair grow.

This once dormant seed
Has bloomed to a roar,
Of my angst, my pain, my sorrow.

But what can I do,
But plead with my sanity
To come back from the brink of despair.

Then my scream breaks anew,
As I finally see,
That my sanity is no longer there.

Am I crying again?
By now I can’t tell,
My perspective is warped and soiled.

Am I here there or then?
Or just drowned in a well,
Of the black tears that I’ve cried.

Is it night or day?
In this world, I don’t know,
As I no longer believe my own eyes.

And anyway,
I have sank so low
That I can’t see the truth for the lies.

So I continue to sink,
In this well of my tears,
And I drown in my own sea of sorrow.

Yet I continue to think,
That my pains’ ending nears,
And the sun will rise on me tomorrow.
Luke O’Maoldomnaigh. ©

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