Searing and summarizing
Everything I fear most.
Reaching through my heartbeats
Trying to best me
It creeps into my throat.
Rotten words spill forth
From my cracked lips
Hollow with an echo.
Too long underneath
The rotten wood feels defeat
And cracks without hope.
But the sun will rise again
And quell the evening's tide
For who will ever know
What really resides?
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