Yet...
Yet there is hope to break this dread,
For courage lies in what lies ahead;
A force of will, a spirit strong,
...
O'er the gloaming morn, hues of sapphire and rust,
The shadows of thought, clouding my trust.
My vision blurs, terrene bliss forlorn,
My sight obscured, in a blindness of mind forlorn.
...
'T'is a dolorous plight to cower in fear,
A phobic state that doth bring naught but tears;
For 'tis a malevolent malady,
A cruel malaise that doth run too deep.
...
O'er lit'racy's broad vista
Verbose lexicon runs deep
Vocab'lary's highest peak
Ascend'll to words steep
...
Veracious merriment,
Inherent in our camaraderie, o
Uniting us in a bond that's sacred,
Enriching our existence,
...
A potent potion of potential,
A future of potentiality,
The potency of preponderance
To penury of poverty.
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The clouds don't look real, I thought with a sigh,
As I gazed up at the painted sky.
The colors were vibrant, the shapes were so strange,
It felt like a dream, an otherworldly range.
...
Tis a malady most dire,
That strikes with no respite,
An insidious affliction,
That quells with darkest blight.
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The moon did rise,
and stars did show,
A dream, I thought, was meant to go,
The air was still,
...
Aye, tribulations oft' refine,
Naught perfection sans its trials t' define,
E'en as life's perils oft' conspire,
Each step 'pon our path we aspire,
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