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The Sink, The Walls, And The Cold Tile Floor

Is it possible

To feel

Numb and angry at the

Same time?

When I heard the news

I heard the news that day,

Oh boy!

I felt as if

My own head was

Bashed against that

Cold bathroom sink

I shivered and convulsed

On the

Cold tile floor

My senses shutting down around me

Was this the end?

I was at work when I heard that it had been

Ruled a suicide

And the

Killers were to get off 

Scot-free

I fell back down onto the

Cold tile floor

I always felt

Warm and passionate when angry

Bursting at the seams with half-baked 

Notions of action

But in this moment I felt a 

Cold

Empty

Desolate anger

I went through the motions

Hurried up as 6:00 brought upon the store 

Closing

I stayed externally composed 

In the car

And when I went home I

Hit the bed and

I fell through

It collapsed under me

Black hole opened

And I

Hit that cold tile floor

I tried to 

Cry

But the

Tears

Would not

Flow

I felt so 

Much and

So little

But had for it

Nothing to show

Except the

Bitter defeat in my heart,

The sense of

Injustice in my soul

The day

Nex Benedict

Died