Sensing Struggle By Mo Mahon

Returning to Myself
Steam shifting my soul out the shower.
Without a care, I can glare,
As my bed may prove empty.
There are pens everywhere,
Ink-stained sheets,
A smile and a silk dress,
Candlelit,
A beautiful mess.
The only thing missing is a pounding head.

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Solitude, Wonder, Monday Night
A bang, a punch—
The chest just feels too much.
I sulk, and I get soaked
As rain pours all the same.
I crave the moon’s embrace,
To prop me up and float along,
Pushing the tide back through me,
Back and forth,
To carry me to the darkest parts of the earth.
Take my body for itself,
Drown it all out with force,
Squeeze the pain out of me.

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Fighting Along the Sidewalk
Two steps per square,
Healthy, yet burning up,
My mind elsewhere.
When taking thousands of steps forward,
I want to destroy it all—
Do something like suffer and not eat.
When will my ends meet?