Writings on the Wall

Mudded to my shoulders

I cry havoc for my injuries

A time set in peace

Is noted unbearable in war

Again I turn to icy days

that float slowly as I disintegrate upon them

Each night, pus accruing, I seek their end

Abolish them, haste, that I break bread with silence.

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