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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