pinching myself to reality
A constricted panic builds
Reminded of my frailty
In an instant flips
hastily from joy to despair
the brain works in shrouds
At times without repair
A gaping hole exists
in this broken heart of mine
A void that shall remain
through the test of time.
3WW
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