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This abyss
has made me listless
Yet in tandem
I feel your hand in this

Cathartic energy in the hands of the increasingly lethargic
is a dangerous hope and a simultaneously harmless nothing

What once was organic

now a stone facade

Constantly hitting veins of powder

drawing blood through the cracked granite casing around my barrel chest
hoping to breathe again soon

Darkened with soot and rust
hands cupped over my chest

yielding toxic nectar, the sweetest poison

caked underneath my fingernails

Evermore on the sluggish mental
I sat alone, tight-lipped......

Never predicting the fire and the waves approaching
Never fully recovering the damage in the aftermath
I found myself silent and numb

And while I kept my spirit all along
hope is overgrown with the seeded hostility of a thousand thorned vines

encased in cynicism, shroud with doubt

Morphing into a pricked, poisoned windbag

More prepared than ever for a battle..

with no task to conquer

no cast to acquire

no love to aspire

no innocence to salvage