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woe

Sinking sand

It seems as if its awoken
Like a steadfast bulwark on wheels
Plummeting down towards me
Pious platutudes and cliches amass
Sheer weight that grows dimmer as it pulses
Sinking sand, the tug the spin the spiral the hole
No light protrudes, dark silence pervades
Floating dour hearts turning all akin
Not to live to exist in the hades of palisades
Swift judgement of insane sages reap
No bounty, a quarry calls empty
Numb lips as quarrels are dampened down
The blankets spread the vaccant stare
Of all who see a ghostly face
As woe becomes a way of life
And nervous hearts twitch

(2013)

That moment when fear descends and chokes cheery joy

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