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Oct 22
I'm on the edge,
I feel it start to fray,  
and a whisper of patience
is lost to disarray.  
With each passing second,
grows a mounting refrain  
and in this fractured calm
lingers a silent pain.
Like a tightrope of tension
my last nerve is stretched,
will it finally give way
or take the strain?

©️Lizzie Bevis
Lizzie Bevis
Written by
Lizzie Bevis  F/England
(F/England)   
45
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