sunset inside

I could scratch and tear
at this deep despair
but the sunset inside
keeps bleeding shadows
stretched ‘cross my eyes
and it feels like a bruise
beneath my chest, my throat
from one pounding,
pounding against prison bars
ceaseless, ever-present…
a swimming grief
for no good reason
that never sees a rise

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