My comfort, my …

My comfort, my cold emptiness
keep me warm now as I lie alone
Pinboard walls that scream mediocrity
failure, failure, failure.

A churning beast inside my chest
roars with outrage with every passing beat
and every tick of that infernal clock
reminds me, failure, failure.

Wood grains in plastic
Hours encased in glass
restart my heart.

Pins and pictures
slowly, fast
restart my broken heart
restart my heart. 

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