"Pulmonary Resuscitation"

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I'm bidden,

To a trance.

Unhidden,

At a glance.

These years,

Weigh on my mind.

My tears,

Have all but died.

Inglorious shelf life,

Of my everlasting shame.

Like a cruel stabbing knife,

It leaves me all but drained.

I need to clear my head,

And see the bigger picture.

Can't seem to get ahead,

In satan's human fixture.

Life,

Unspoken.

Words,

Are broken.

Need,

This token.

My pride,

Is choking,

Me.

I see what's around me,

Can't help what surrounds me,

How could I hope she had found me,

When all my hope is drowning?

Suffocating,

My mind's placating.

Tells me No more hating.

But this doubt is shading,

I just can't see.

Heart,

No more.

Smarts,

In scores.

Part,

Of me,

Starts,

To see.

Holding on is futile.

Just need to let go.

Let my inhibitions,

No longer show.

Let the heart inside me,

Reassemble en masse.

And the broken shards that are left,

Will be left,

In the past...

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