A burning pain.
Breathe into it they said.
Blood pooling, spilling.
A slow panic rising,
then darkness.
I tried to come back
from the emptiness.
You can’t fill the space where a soul
found sanctuary.
It is a forever loss.
An interior shadow
remains and begs for recognition
And there is the continuing dream
of the crying child
reaching up from their crib
for comfort – an embrace,
and I can only
fall back into the dark,
the panic rising,
stillborn.
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Mono No Aware 
numb
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so hard
breathing
with no answers
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This happened long ago. as I know You know
the experience bubbles up unexpectedly somedays
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always
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what-if moments …
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yes
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