Feel sick
More like a disease
An infection
Contagious to the mind
Creating space
A hollow feeling in the heart
As it throbs slowly
Making the eyes weary
Could barely catch a glance
A state of silence
Likened to dieing
Moments of last breath
As it forces its way
Up the nostrils.
Such frustration....
Embraced in boredom(22/12/07)
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