Eyes weary, mouth agape I dream…escape
Paramnesia nay, Hell’s fires burn on Earth
My mind doth drive me mad, abstracted shape
Each sunrise displayed, a question of worth
Vexation hath low compensating traits
Woebegone life, blooms acrid flower
Apprehending “other side” what awaits
A clock under duress oft’ loses hours
Trail of life for some, undeviating
Pain and anguish sparse, as trees upon lea
Route I so follow, excruciating
Sights and sounds mock normalcy for me
Path to past hath quixotic memory
Perchance destiny’s road will set me free
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