The Knowing

there comes a moment
 when,
 unlike any other,
 you know.

the words no longer mean,
 the emotions dull and tired,
 the pain, while heartfelt,
 is only that.

there is no turning back,
 only the senseless beating,
 the dull, rhythmical pounding
 of your head against stone.

here I lay,
 dying,
 every pore of my soul open,
 and all she sees is her.

I can no longer try,
 only
 experience,
 my neck a tangled
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