Burying me is my remorse; my anguish and my depletion.
Grounding me are my built-in perceptions of the gravitational forces that bind my ability to attract and subtract my emotions.
Ravishing me is the hunger for justice and the sacredness of thy reflection.
Punishing me are the magnificent waves of periodic affection and the whiplash from the dreaded wind.
Penetrating me is the distance between mind and peace.
Eroding me are the cockroaches time has left in my mind.
Jinxing me are the cracks in the cement and the chance of rolling snake eyes.
Deceiving me are the doubts laid in place by the antagonizing percent.
Patronizing me is the regurgitated faith of thy enemy.
Constricting me are the chemical imbalances and the ill-contortion of the law.
Comforting me is the measure of gratitude that one is capable of expressing.
Confining me is not only the weight of the words that I have not found; but the silence, the negative space.
Slandering me are the misconceptions history cannot erase.
Replenishing me is the beauty my eyes behold; and, the rhythm of the drum that I march to.
Flattering me are the facts about being a scientific discovery.
But,
segregating me from the majority, are the knots in my subconscious. And, the tangibility of the timeline.
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