Quiet

My mind set in stoney temperance

One of my angels cries resonates.

I cannot move

I cannot bring myself to rise from this hard floor.

The cool comfort of near extinction calms my erratic thought,

Spreads through me, unwavering..

All is well

All is still

All is quiet.. now.

Until the next time it hits me again.. and I slide.

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