Anguish


			She employs the tools of reason
			That she used to recover from What Was,
			And brings the reality of my many faults
			Crashing down in front of my eyes.
			The pain is tenfold
			Because it is from her - 
			For she was, 
			Once,
			One of my closest ever-empathetics.
			Her words pierce all defences I have erected
			To dampen the pain of my life.


© R. A. W. S. Clarke

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