a space, within
forsworn, forsaken, forgotten
makes wave,
turns, twists
confusion, morbid illusion...
there, heart misses
its beat
fear casts its sly
helplessness;
begins its journey
with all ghosts
how to turn the tide?
hold on
for dawn comes
hear whispers, sounds
hold on a moment;
the impression of doubt...
HEALS!
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