Dissonance.
The attempt to make puzzles fit that can't.
The drive that pushes you to wield pieces together to do not belong.
The reach for the bottle,
because he is.
The wish for something stronger to numb the pained void that creeps
Creeps
Along with the demons lurking
Lurking.
Dissonance.
I know I stay here,
to keep the pieces together
that won't meld.
Underscoring
how soft the sand is
That falls apart.
It is no foundation.
It is ever sinking,
Until simply...
There is nowhere to go
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