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May 2019
I spiral down a slippery *****
Entwined as I descend
I’m drowning in a kaleidoscope
As My mind begins to blend

Swallowed as Im consumed
As I sync into the abyss
Left as hollow as a vacuum
Neither extinct yet nor exist

Falling down this  internal funnel
All life is drained from inside
Like crawling down an eternal tunnel
But no sight remains to guide

Condemned, I see a rope
I hold it tight but it’s just another chain
I see an end, is it hope
I see a light, it’s not, it’s a train
Written by
Frederick P Samson
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