By Jan Martin Smith
Electricity sparking in my soul
Sending spikes of sorrow to my heart
Causing my skin to tingle and my mind to spin
Giving me questions with no answers in sight
Electricity as dark as a moonless night
Leaving an impression of pain and hopelessness
Like a sharp craftsman’s knife
Cutting out my heart
Electricity that dries up my tears
So that they silently rage at my soul
And try to form sounds
Only to be stuck in my throat
Electricity that will not go away
So that I can see daylight
With the strangest sensations
As I struggle to understand
How you can love someone
Who treats you so badly
And gives you
Electricity.
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