weight of sullen sadness

weight of sullen sadness

the gripping weight of sullen sadness, pulls like gravity, to the ground

heavy feelings fraught with anger grab the soul and keep it bound

gnawing numbness throbs unceasing, like infected, scabbed wound

painful pleasures taut with danger tease a soul that's been marooned

pounding temples hurt, swollen, like a ripe, round melon, bound to burst

scattered thinking, thoughts unblinking, feeds the soul's incessant thirst

gloating guilt goads heart, imploding, like black hole feeding deep in space

emotion's jumble pounds and rumbles, agitates a soul that's stuck in place

mocking murmur, memories turgid, like cackling crow's cacophony

laughing harpies harangue, relentless, provokes no soul's empathy

lumbering limbs, long for action, like the Tin Man, stolid, rusted fast

frozen members, ache for movement, sculpted soul, immobile ghast

A Long

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