the glint of uncertainty
now a rampant flame
It burns,
The flesh of my palm
now a pulp
searing in relentless pain
i cannot suppress the fire
it has me drenched in sweat and tears
frustration seethes through my veins
swallowing my heart in its anguish
closing my eyes
as it cringes
Into the hollow darkness of my soul
i stand alone
The heat now resided,
But its scars still deeply wedged
Into the canvas of my being
i sob in tearless sorrow,
a grief too deep for salty water
I can no longer swim
It hurts to breathe
As i yearn for an arcane comfort
so profoundly esoteric it drives the eternal
to beg for such a transience mundane
What did Providence have in store
in this epic we call life?
Suddenly, I am no longer alone
i am but a piece of a grandeur puzzle.
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