Morning
Story
Black
clouds is the fence of no defense
They keep
in and not protect but move in offense
I’m
surrounded by this sad embrace
Nothing
to witness only the empty abyss
So once
again to lift my soul I have to gird my bedrock
Love lost
that wasn’t there at all for it was a show of mock
Seemingly
endless is this tunnel of unwelcome sadness
Not
helpless but everything condones this state of loneliness
Justice
is an empty mist
Nothing
seen or felt but a faerie tale to be kissed
Relying
on hope which is hatred of self
Must tally
my list on my bedrock, for confidence is the only elf
See time
run and the panic as my elixir takes its time
This is
real life for feel the inward friction, its no mime
I’ll not
be lost to evil that takes
I’ll
endure that mental turmoil until it breaks
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