Jam packed empty,in a jar,with a lid so tight,
Trying hard to prise it open,
Shocked to find ( or lack of it ), the spirit ,the might,
May be I will find them, but is it hoping against hopen?
Everything seems perfectly right and dreadfully wrong,
As I take baby steps on a pathway shimmering in black light,
Will ever,ever recall lyrics of that song?
The one I used to sing ( or I thought I would) with such delight.
Would be difficult, won't it? With a heavy shell on.
Attempts to chisel,all futile,sweating bloody hands,
Will someone pull me,or shall I just suffer and moan,
Will this morbid reflection of mine,will ever disband?
The shrieks of silence, deafning,but all so quiet outside,
My attempts, resolute, but filled with such trepidation,
To shout out loud or implode,spreading little pieces inside,
Unable to keep the mask,and oddly enough ,failing to do this unmaskation.
With quagmire sinking me in,away and far,
Unformed bonds snapping,unmade friends strangers already,
Feeling like a junkie, unaware , cognizance below par,
How I wish to snap out,kill this malise, this malady.
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