Different sides attack me.

Starting from the top.

The voices leave a trace.

A linger of pain that spreads.

I am angry and defensive.

Being a creator left behind.

Fighting my own inner war.

A chess game inside my head.

Feeling sick with every thought.

Cannot move despite the flinch of darkness.

Obscured inside a migraine.

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3 Comments Add yours

  1. Five-star: ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

    Liked by 1 person

  2. J. M. Lilin says:

    Haha, thank you! I appreciate that.


  3. Well-deserved!!!

    Liked by 1 person

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