It’s all been dulled,
The deeper I am being pulled.
Despair is looming,
For darkness I’m consuming.
I do not want this,
this that I don’t want to miss.
What do I fear,
My path no longer is clear.
How did I get this way,
What’s wrong I cannot say.
Am I enough,
Or is the terrain just too tough.
A world I do not know,
My fears starting to show.
Beat down with doubt,
Mind full of fleshly clout.
A fight within myself,
Not knowing of any else.
Questioning every turn,
The drink is nothing to this burn.
Each sip is easy,
Of what makes most queasy.
Drowning my sorrow,
Dull my thoughts til tomorrow.
Then starts regret,
I gave in to what I can’t forget.
Have to chose a side of the fence,
Before I lose the rest of my sense.
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