A profound sense of betrayal blackens the central core of my being…
feeling like a square peg in a round hole
The hole is too big, and my corners touch the edges in a
tantalising, but unfulfilled promise, but as the space around me
fills with the tears I have not allowed myself to cry,
I am drowning…
The pressure on my chest will not allow me to breath deeply enough
to fill my lungs with air…
Each tear drops, in slow motion, with a thunderous splash it drops
on my chest, crushing my ribs and my resolve with its
leaden weight…
The light burning my eyelids is too weak to warm my soul, which is cold
and untouched, as I flounder, spiralling downwards out of control
in the emotional glider ride of my life…
The brick walls of my own construction prevent and protect…
non bis in idem
