look into your mercy and restore this withered rotted door. before it completely dissolve away to dust. the last fortress between the abyss. fading comes quickly in the deep. the soul is weighed down heavier than the ocean. the weight of empty hope is crushing. hope will gravitate to full-fill or consume. it continues to pull deep into the earth layer after layer. dirt has become the air. stones fill the lungs. the core is drowning. it's painfully numb, the weight of longing. so intense a desire within, the chest is collapsing into itself. once a bright star, now a black hole. shoulders yoked with heavy magnets, there is no standing straight. embarrassment swings from the neck heavier than a wrecking ball. i told you so enjoys the ride. strands of muscle have the strength of yarn, the heaviness of rebar. helpless against the deepening pull, awareness is full... kindness please look this way.
hope, an idiot pearl. it's yours. be delighted. i am waiting.
p.s. sooner rather than later would be nice.
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