November 18, 2007 at 1:30 am (poem)

18.11.07
at the verge of consciousness
liquid poison pushes
perception against a wall
fingers scratching for hold
sight blurry and twisting
I find myself apologizing
small and freezing on the floor
the emptiness it should bring
wasn’t there
it all became worse
you can’t drown sorrow
but you can drown
so easily.

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