Awaiting

by Sean Hollick
Deadened feelings, alive no more
trampled, crushed, tangled, exhausted and sore
walked on, talked over, an unrecognizable mess
abused, confused, results of impossible stress.

Valiant efforts, probable cause, sad interruption
covert thoughts dwindling uselessly away
quite disappointing a most horrible decay
undeniable emotion, lost in despicable corruption.

Flickering reality, glimpses of truth, a disturbing sight
a final look, a last quick breath
weaving endlessly throughout the night
failing senses, surprising bliss, forever alone susceptible to death.

Doubt

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