Poem: Chronically

In the beginning
there was light
blazing blinding
painful bright;

from there it never
got any better
just repeating
more of the same;

each day bringing
another open wound
festering with pain;

why does it hurt
so fucking much
to be alive?

Because being dead
would be senseless.

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