Shards of hollow glass
surround me -- stop me
spinning of chaotic events
silence me
tired of constant pain
tapping out messages
trembling in my soul
taunting me
quiet my heart
quench my thirst
quicken the clocks ticking
quivering me
wanting to challenge
waiting to change the horrors
watching frozen in space
why me?
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