There is a way in which pain lingers.
There is a way in which my heart splinters.
I swallow the shards of anguish and trepidation.
I breathe in the rancid, noxious fumes of indifference.
The toxic vapours of bitterness swish and whirl around me.
The cold, merciless vines of rancour seize my soul, imprisoning me.
They threaten to choke the very life out of me.