brittle

brittle.at the edge
of my serene

i
feel
broke.

yet strangely.
complete

it is warm
under all these
blankets
yet the comforters
offer no comfort.

the world
is a maze
of amazing
nothingness
dappled with
shades of longing.

i see her
in the dark
yet i cannot
touch her.

that is true hell.
held beneath the ice
brittle.at the edge
of my serene.

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