With each breath drawn the pain becomes more intense.
At first a dull ache, ebbing and flowing, growing in sharpness and eating away at reality.

Thoughts racing through words spoken and actions made.
Searching, studying, examining every detail looking for an unheeded warning.
Tormenting and torturing, anguish and agony.

Anxiety mounts as sleep is imperative but the pursuant mind does rest.
Trepidation leads to apprehension, apprehension to doubt,
doubt to mistrust and mistrust to trepidation.
The circular butchering continues without resolution.

The heart cries warm tears of hurt, love and anger.
The mind cries out against the injustice.
The soul dies a little more.

Hope is clung to like a drowning man lost.
Loves faith fading like light at dusk.

The spirit slips into sleep as reality drifts into dreamtime.

The hurt is over for another day.