Day 1

Flood Gates

How the mighty fall.
Stoic reserve cracks.
Pressure finally releases.
No preparation for this.
Time heals all wounds.
Scars exist for a life time.



Fingers bleed trying to hold on.
Hair shortens from breakage.
Eyes, crimson as a result of the wake.
Stomach empty because of turmoil.
My heart stands still.


Perfect symmetry torn at the seams.
I guess I was living beyond my means.

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