From Nowhere - Poem by Martin O'Neill
I cut myself on a memory today,
Walked into it, unsuspecting.
My breath left me
Lungs voided by the impact,
It's with me still, somewhere.
An emotional embolism
Waiting to bring me down
In the quiet time.
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