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suffering’s lips
swept
at first rage
quivering, crept
then floods
ran down from:

my sole
my heart
my back
my eyes

sorrows waters
all exhume
rued days
unliving
gloomed nights
unforgiving

as I lost
myself;
beside.

gone under, now,
pulled
rotunda
frown
by routing griefly trout
in their shark disguise
of gnashing teeth
agrin that bully me
bite and kill my fight
underneath
engulfing
suffering’s tight-lipped
tides

convulsing sobs
pulse and throb
robbing me snogged
wet of air to breathe

those waved high lobs
fashion a crashing rod
to strike:
my sole, my heart, my back, my eyes
across
suffering’s lips of bleach

beached
I curse my cog’s
un-nod, unsleep
where slumber’s sand
could drowse not
nor deliver me
commands
against anguished
kissing douse

suffering’s lips
swept
their pink-blue Hell — fresh
they win
and bring
me nether, to sunk
depress’ quagmire knees

© poormansdreams

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