the apparent scowl on my face dictates anger
and a reaction to the turmoil within
a weight is sitting on my chest
along with the pressure searching for a possible vent
along a narrow channel i search for a non existent opening
my eyes wander pleading and searching for an answer to this pain
i ask for a release
my request goes unanswered as the sound bounces off of unheard ears
the cold seeps through my skin
the warmth leaves
the distance fluctuates
my only release; the strokes of the keys
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