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An ode to Frustration

 

Time and away

You appear by your way

Knocking elaborately on the

Dormant Dread.

 

For days that pass,

You cripple to shadow of  doubts

That crouch on the shoulders

Of your prey.

 

Your mere presence

Snatch away the liberty of choice

Binding abilities to the point

Till they perish.

 

With or without

Your immediate presence

The effects bind into

A part of the breath.

 

 

Preventing to reach out

To the doors of joy.

The journey and aftermath

Though feels the same,

Condense into salt water

Brewing to flow out

On the surface.

 

 

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