Written by The Reclining Gentlemen and Hastywords
The voice of internal doubt
Raises, drowning delicate confidence
Reason has no defense against this bully
And quietly surrenders
Eyelids not strong enough
To hide the world for long
And the heart keeps knocking
Trying to break this curse
External reassurances
Are ignored as valueless
Their sincerity questioned,
Invisible through enshrouding blackness
Tears no longer have currency
No emotional salve to resurrect me
Motion seems too hard to grasp
As stillness mouths its loneliness
No energy, no desire to fight
Allowing the cloud to spread
Silver linings remain but grow distant
As hopes of sunshine fade
Peace taunts me, out of grasp
Pulling shades of depression
Over windows made of flesh
Lost in a chamber of echoes
That will forever chide me
HASTYWORDS 
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amazing post! resonates on so many levels
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We thank you 🙂
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Absolutely amazing, I get really excited when I find more of your old posts to read. Wonderful collaboration, superb technique, every stanza has something to recommend it individually but it’s the last three lines that resonate and are chilling – I’m never going to forget the line “Over windows made of flesh” but in a good way because it feels so strikingly unique, I’ve never heard anything quite like it. I can even feel myself getting lost in the chamber of echoes, simply marvellous.
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