Nici’s leaving within a week, today the 22nd
she leaves Wednesday the 30th, my heart’s
melting and knees grow weak, I’m stuck in a
long, dark emotional tunnel, empty & strange,
my head’s too heavy - my temples drawing
closer together, my ears grow too sensitive
to sounds, the result is that
Everything good, everything going well and
the way going straight, is affected by this dark
coloration of skewed perspective, I can’t do
a thing – I stare at my translation document,
flee from conversation, falling down a night-
mare hole of cold, sad, wet loneliness – this
is madness and I won’t say it aloud
Writing it down is bad enough, I can’t listen to
music as my feelings keep sinking beneath it
then the vibration becomes irritation, I wish to
change myself and be happy – yet the stream
of quiet desperation keeps washing me down…
[Leaving on 30 March 2016]
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