Trapped in an endless cycle
Caught between the need to mourn
and the external requirement of self-imposed stoicism
Sentiments are suppressed in moments
Never to see the light of day
nor the loneliness of darkness
a bottomless pit of sorrow wells up
Forever filling but destined to never brim
Pain banked away, compounded for future injury
Much like the structural integrity
of the aged levy against a hurricane
One day, this too, shall fail and break
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