Circle

 Broken and beaten

Fears have become life that swallow

and destroy till there are no thoughts

but fear and its spawn

which keep me in its eternal grasp

I cry to heaven for some respite

and try to find the reason for this plight

but I have atoned for the sins in my youth

my hands are t pure

oh what it would be to live and see

and not slink and think and hope and slink 

a loop of transmuting and dying

not seeing life as it passes

but hoping that life stops and heals before its next punch

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