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The kitchen floor
Is cold, hard,
And soon to be wet
As it all comes back
And surrounds
With clear evidence
The grieving soul -
On the walls,
In the very air,
Stalking me
Like a ghost
In search of rest
I cannot give.

The unmade bed
Is empty now,
And lied in enough,
But there is no sleep
For the weary heart
As the mind tosses -
Back and forth,
Swirling in circles
Decisions and reasons
To question again...
Like equations
Without solution
They don't sit well.

The quiet of night
Is no relief
For deafened ears
Tired of the tirade...
Should not, must,
And way back when
Compete for attention
Like noisy children,
Drowning out peace
As need for comfort
Grows in the life
Turned Upside-down,
Trying to be true.