Purging Fire

At the end of each day, I lay for rest.
Trying to calm the days struggle.
Trying to calm the restless water under my eyelids.
But forever it is pointless.
I toss and turn feeling it try and burn it's way out.
The thoughts and worries swirl about my mind in unstoppable anger.
Churning and winding like the waves of the sea.
Trying to pour from me in a cure for blood lust.
The overdose on the cure and the antidote alone.
The cutting of the last of the heart strings.
I wish these endless thoughts will go away.
That the torment would end.
That I could be rid of my self destructive life.
And induce the purging of this mind and soul.





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