I cannot speak right now,
lest my words
betray my thoughts.

I am stilted,
faltering,
broken.

There is nothing here
for me to give you,
no way for you
to help me.

I cannot pull
myself out of myself
nor can you
do it for me.

I will sleep
and I will rise
and who knows what
will happen.

Perhaps we will
repeat this cycle
for a further 24
or 48 hours.

Or maybe I will have
temporary amnesia, a
momentary lapse
in sentiment -

and all will seem
right with the world.

Perhaps
I will remember
how to breathe again.

07/05/2017

Posted on 07/05/2017
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