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Again, Nervous Thunder Moves Across Dead Air

Put your head against the door,
this is my nervous breakdown,
listen to my heart beat in two,
inside a supposedly shatter proof shell.
This is what it feels like to wait outside,
in the rain,
for a greater comfort which never arrives,
awash in a rain storm of lost opportunities,
w/ a permanent look of dread and sickness
on a pale, moonlit ghost-face.
Alone, I watch more feelings flow downward,
into the circles of two souls kept apart,
merely out of fear
of what might have been.
Again, I try no to focus on the pain,
yet it's presence is always felt,
my heart aching with the thunder,
and my thoughts all echoing the puddles
which slowly form all around me.
Matters of fate never fail
to exclude me once more,
and make other plans without
informing me, first.
So go ahead and listen closely
to my being as it breaks,
if it'll change a single thing
that you had in mind.
I swear I'll make it all up to you
in time,
but now I must head for shelter,
before the storm that hangs
dark and above,
can swallow the rest of me up,
and push me to start any more fires
that I can't seem to extinguish
on my own....

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