Actuality and Angst #8

I’m a bubble of breakthroughs tonight
Bones rubbing against each other
As i try to pull out of this fight
I’m coughing icicles by breathing
In a midnight fire i know i didn’t ignite
I’m uncomfortable
Whispers across the ballroom of what is actually right
Make their way towards me
They’re soft, and virtuous, and white
I want to leave and ask
Of what worth is this light
When it only blinds me
I’m devoid of any sight.

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