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I was brought here upon a cloud of unfairness
a cloud which I tried to undo
with hammer and pickaxe I toiled away,
but then I fell through
Into a sea of despair
which the cloud had brought down
in torrents and waves
it forced me to drown
I was still, and unbreathing
Like a dead person should be
emotionless and unfeeling
thats how they described me
This was done a few years ago, I don't quite remember when I wrote it,
but it was a time when I was feeling down and had the rare impulse to
let it out creatively.
A marriage of distrust and fear,
anxiety over what’s to come and what is.
With each sunrise, I hope and pray,
that it will set and the nightmare will end.
Your word play is a delicate deciet,
a slow romance with evil itself.
I can’t image the end,
But I imagine it’s more beautiful than,
what has begun.

— The End —