There is a sinking feeling.
Deep within my chest.
I know I've sighed and whined before.
This feeling is nothing like the rest.
I feel a weaker courage.
As if I have no hope.
But still the feeling grinds within.
And my body seems to cope.
The sand sinks deeper toward a pile.
And wicked folks appear to smile.
Intensely seeing with a grin.
These dark and widowed men within.
They break the silence.
Like the skin.
They break my spirit
It's a sin..
Tomorrow I will wake up.
No history beneath.
Tomorrow I will take up,
The mantle of my kin.
I shed a tear for my omniscient self.
For he knows what awaits me
And I know nothing..
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