break uneven over blistered flesh.
Acidic juices drip down around empty promises.
Sweet turns sour,
signals final hour.
Wind stops blowing.
cracks the strongest resolve.
In silence, truth reveals pain.
The tortured, wanting soul
for wanting never knows an end. Even within
the sea of excess emotion, the needy swim with ease,
ignoring abscess within that festers
in the fight for body, mind, and soul.
K(no)w the craving never ends,
It only breaks,
for expectation wounds us all
in the end.
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