Wound

Wounded animals tear from within
Self-abandonment weakly echoes this anguish.
So I lose it,
slipping past grips of Reality's selfish choke hold.
I'm done for.

Grief-stricken, with the potency to kill
Wrenching, heaving, earth-shattering moments
without myself in myself
Where have I gone?

The whys...resonating within this hollow shell
I once resided in.
Spilling out the pain in acrid drips
for all the world to see.
And she's still gone,
lost beyond the momentary relief of grief

Author notes

This kind of encompasses the moment when I found out that my friend had died. I literally lost myself beyond all recognition. And it hurt. It literally cried out last night as I was heading to bed.