Sitting here so bare and glum
The shield begun to cover
The small voices appearing to fade
Object blurry, with vision built below
Frantic I feel with a large impact of space
A barrier within me, wanting to go
Wanting it new, wanting to give up and let go
I have no control
The shield of appeal is pale, without pulse
Beyond my strength and ability
Without reason nor power
Nor Guilt or shame
My destination is now here to come….

 
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