in the midst of me
time turns and squirms
the gathering
of fears is upon my disturbing
answers
life has its cynical plot
the outburst of
undeserving fate
it's poured
it's scorned
me
I reach deep
or even deeper
to turn back destinys
currents
desperate measures
of a once
satisfied soul
now scared to
remain in
the inevitable
Somewhere far grabs me still
to relinquish my hold
I am not ready for
the kill
I'll never be
steady in submission
my denials screams
in dire conviction
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