There is an empty place in me
that squeals its needs
at broken record speeds.
Calling to be filled
over-spilled and drilled
with empathy.
I need the world to see
who I am
not what I claim to be
and believe me when I say
the reality is underwhelming.
So quell the fires
silence the drumbeats
that echo in me replete
with no sign of ceasing.
Ever increasing
with each night I bleed
internally infernally
excruciating and without end.
I bend my will to all that thrill
my never ending
ever ascending
and always present.
illness chills

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