It takes so many forms.
Friends
Roles unbound
Firms
Cursorily discarding a life's work
Fellows'
Fickle affections.
Pick up the pieces
There are too many.
Those glittering shards
Broken dreams
Carpet the floor.
A dangerous game
Treading across that expanse.
Which piece will stab you
Raising memories buried
Zombies awaken
Images of who you were
And still are.
A battle
Finding sleep.
A vicious war
Rising up from the sheets
Daylight seeping away.
Flashes
Unrelenting
Beating
Beating
Beating
You down.
Doesn't get any easier
Just clearer.
You don't belong here
Home but a nebulous concept.
If I could just switch it off
I could rest
A virgin mind
With virgin dreams.
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