No Catharsis - Poem by Rory Briggs
Delusional tidings set serene.
Yet I still sense that insidious sting.
It presses in,
into the skin
Deeper than before,
Writhing cowardly once more.
I thought it couldn't rot.
Paid without lie,
It sought its need of me, as I forgot.
Yet in some deceitful silence,
Came an all familiar foe
Through dull defiance.
And trust which cowers, once bestowed
Displays its might,
In too familiar fight.
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