Anna Martin-Hill
All scattered One by one My thoughts I can feel them Only for a moment
Pain flickers Unable to be felt In the mind In the heart Only in the soul
Constantly fighting Constantly stressed But not in “real life” Never in reality Only in my little head
The nothingness Replaced by warm darkness Voices chattering again I feel their teeth clanking As if they’re made of metal
Heart beating Like bangs of a drum Thoughts breathing Inhale Exhale
My body All separate beings Their own souls, hearts, and minds Don’t correlate with mine
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