Misdeeds stare like unhealed wounds

There isn’t a cure yet, the heart is unwilling to seek

Nothing can stop the curve from turning away from light

Night foams menacingly; it’s a sinister sign

Forfeited all that was offered

Trepid breath speaks to the darkness 

Soon, the light will fizzle, and the paths blurry

Faint reflections too will turn away in hatred

Those responsible for muddling the thoughts have disappeared

No sentinels who can keep an eye on trespassers

A widening distance between the healing and wounds

Every effort comes to naught in the turmoil

Reckoning the other times are futile now


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