Nerves

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Nerves

Hands shaking over board as the words chasm forth
Eyes hardly focused, the head in discourse
There's little to be done and too much to be said
What matters is ignoring that voice in your head
The laughter at failure and the glory in defeat
The one that says you can't when halfway deep
What words to give to pacify your worst demon
Sol'darity, comforts, nothing breaks the feeling
When darkness outside clouds the eyes
and the thanatosis burns one out from inside
Look for that love, look for the people
though not always able: they're willing to reach out
Not what is done, but what could be given
If fate didn't demand that all bets are even
perhaps you'd be held in a lost lover's arms
or coddled and made sure, protected from harm
When wrestling inside with self loathing and hatred
fantasies, cherished ones, all help to make it
kindness in all shapes: even when self feels defective
You'll make it. It says, you're not yet defeated

Last updated: 2015-2-3

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