A Stroke that left me wrecked
A drain of synergy
A pain that remains a viral
strains in time
The slightest tint is a
hint and it strikes again.
Unable to fight flight or
take the plight
The doors that swung but
not slam
Now the game is so insane
The wounds that cover but
tower up to ache
The voice is on a voyage of
ice.
The heart beating is a continuous
aches
Breathing continuous is a
burden
Blinking is a blunder.
Where and when is the end?
Living a keyed carcass,
Do carcasses feel the pain
too?
~ From the dairies of a
trauma haunted victim.
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