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| Ocean of Misery |
| The tight band of pain is an unrelenting ache, deep inside my chest where I cannot reach. It brings tears to my burning eyes, as a cold sweat overtakes my body. My vision blurs, and my head aches, when the room begins to spin slowly around me. My ears ring, with a loud, piercing shriek, the intensity so profound, that all else is inaudible. I swallow hard, feeling hot, sour bile rise to the back of my throat seeking an escape. I squeeze my eyes shut, desperate to hold back the scorching tears trickling down my flushed cheeks. The light suddenly dims, and I welcome the end, eagerly letting go of once treasured hopes and dreams. Look upon your art, a most elegant creation, a vivid portrayal of the death of my soul. All of this pain was spawned by your words, the torment of my mind, is the legacy of your love. I lie tightly bound, trapped within your love, drowning in an ocean of my own misery. |
| Artwork Courtesy of Paul Delaroche "Young Martyr" |
| Copywrite 2001 Maria G. Abernathey |
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