Some nights
there’s nothing left
No words, or
joy, or pain
I want to
sleep or hurt or laugh
And wonder
if I’m sane
Does sanity
allow you
To see the feeling
of space
Or hear silence
in fatigue
Or watch
thoughts run on her face?
Time is not
real tonight and
The load is
still there on my back
But perhaps
if I never turn around
It will fall off into the black
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