Great fears tumble incessently;
a rage of doubt, self-solicitation,
Of battered tries to reconciliate
The passing dreams of yesteryear
with the truths you find today.
What you strived to set in sights
Was lost somewhere between.
In thrusting all your wayward efforts
onto the air around your breath,
An aggrevation encircled those
who were infected by your hopes.
To reverse what has been set
against your pallid skin,
An elapse of time must consume
and those fantasies will shed.
And to those encompased,
a deep sorrow runs to you.
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