STAGNANT
Not to, neither fro
Feet stuck in quicksand
Down, down, down below
Sinking like the tempest struck cargo
High, high, high above
Black clouds blanket upon
Huff, puff, panting fast
Heart beats loud and clear
Sniff, sniff, tears roll
Last cry, a painful pierce
Dreams crumble and crash
Every effort dumped to trash
Away, away, away you run
Things done cannot be undone
Near, near, very near I see
My loneliness engulfing me
Back, back, back again,
In the warps of emptiness
Silence encroaches in void end
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