poem: EARTH by Amy Steele

The Portrait of Maud Abrantes, by Amedeo Modigliani

cool and damp
darkness surrounds me
claustrophobia engulfs me
but I don’t care anymore
I embrace it
Feeling the emptiness
my mind aches
my heart burns
my soul dissipates
Oxygen slowly escapes
this suffocating space
How did I get dirt caked under my fingernails?
Because long ago I resigned myself to loneliness
To heartache
To disappointment
To an early, bitter, painful death

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