Pain wraps around you
like an old wool cloak
ill-fitted and heavy;
like the smog in Auld Reekie
permeated the very stones,
it makes its way within one’s bones
and shackles you
to an uncomfortable, ever-present now
that even sleep cannot shake.
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Author:
Fränz Müller (
Online) - Published: May 12th, 2026 12:30
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