[Juneberry]

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Limbs

Local places
Inner spaces
Make for the
Base of a
Strong society

When I Opened My Eyes

I opened my eyes
Only to realize
Daylight had not
Yet come;
The darkness, it
Lingered,
The lightbulbs, they
Flickered,
And my heart sank
Just like the sun.

My Best Friend, The Darkness

My best friend is the darkness.

It's shared my pain and tears.
On good days, it envelopes me to share the joy
And on the bad, acts as a shield from the world.

Woe is having a body.

It shouldn't feel like this at all.
Like my brain was replaced
With a dense, ten-ton brick.

There's no reason it should be so difficult.

Just to walk from one step to the next,
Without the feeling I'm a mere ping pong
bouncing down the hall with zest.

This pain is the greatest torture.

Even if you deserve to die, you don't deserve this dismay-
To live with pain that makes you want to die,
But yet you live another day.

My stomach is in knots.

I can't eat anything without feeling worse.
Yet there's no acid in my stomach to cause it-
Just a part of this burden, this curse.

And so I hide in darkness.

The light can't reach me here.
It can't show my eyes its splendor,
And make a burden of breathing air.

The darkness is my drug.

It calls me towards it every time.
Just one drop relieves me a bit
From the pain in which I writhe.

And so my best friend is darkness.

No human can take away the pain.
While they're great in some situations...
They're the worst thing for a migraine.