furrows

this obsession
scratching my soul
a possession of
my every thought
a repossession
of faulty cardiac
insurrections
digging furrows
through the once
fertile topsoil
now salted in
tremulous tragedy.

i sing loudly
to fill the void
left by silence
stricken sparrows
in an absence of
solar radiations
i don’t seem to
recall where i
have been or know
exactly where i am
headed in this
constant gray malaise.

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