Going through the motions

So much death
It’s unfair really, because the silence hurts
It’s final
But what hurts more is the noise that comes after
The constant cycle
Now I’m unfeeling because I refuse to tune into the carnage
I’m selfish because I choose my sanity over the grief
Giving in steals more than it offers
So much control
Too much dependency
It’s heavy and I’m drowning
So yes, I don’t react
But I feel
I see
I bleed
I grieve
And still, the deed is done

-immortality my darlin
Written July 15, 2020
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Published on May 08, 2021 01:20 Tags: art, dark, poem
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