Feelings, squirming, seething, 

I feel sick and yet my heart is bleeding.

The whole world heaves

And I feel the ground beneath me greiving.

My hand, taking on the demanour of a demon,

Shakes and muscles clench,

Screaming out, for retribution?

Or is it simply closure, answers, in this world so filed with confusion?

I see him, I see her,

I can't quite see sense.

My trigger finger wants to make that final motion,

But my hearts not in the business of demolition.

I fall into a final pile at his feet, weep for myself, and the world,

Which has never seemed so incomplete.

The End

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