soft skin and shadow

the skin is peeling.

revealing, what in inside.
i loath to be known,
i hide.
i become a hermit-
in a shell of indifference.

you are relentless.

looking for cracks.
in my calm exterior.
except;
i am never calm.

I am a storm.

dark clouds and wet skies.
destroying what is before me.
what was behind me.
(except you)
the eyes that see too much.

when i settle.

among dust and stone,
there is a dream
of a garden where only
one flower grows.
and a memory
of having been here before.

so cyclical.
so infinate.

i am so tired of raging…

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