That Tearing Thought Unknown

The wind’s whistle relentless
Tasking my ears painfully shrill
Tearing neurons beyond soul’s control
As fingers fondle brain cells futile
Chunks of skull aside coagulate boots
Eyes shown lidless as moon above bright
Silence unfound as source unknown
And I cannot sense a reason within
No thought to repair senseless tear
Slump and settle once more remorse
And silence finally, the whistle ebbs


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