Wretched
When the
air doesn’t move ice is reality
There is
life but death is the choice for finality
Mouths
move and claim they know better
The
sadness is deep and all there is, a letter
How to
climb out of a mind jailed by emotions
Impossible
quest for emotions kill the mind
Only left
is to stop the flow
No
solution because there is no rational glow
So once
again the failure that screams
Deliberate
failure with no return for it is not a dream
Hearts
broken and suffering regret
Anger
from the dead imposing the guilt
No more
is always the oath
Stigma of
the mental sigh, raises loathe
An Irish
smile and eyes are closed
Cathriona
cried and died alone
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