Doubt is fleeting,
Fear overcome
By little chance.
Heart slows its beating,
Need is gone,
Emotions a dance.
Thoughts are trivial,
While unspoken future
Dictates unknown.
Moments pivotal,
Wounds they suture,
By tolerance grown.
My
mind goes on
Towards a feeling it’s flown.
Where
is it going?
The constance of
life bemoans.
The stress, it all comes down,
Just a relative mass
Until replaced by a nearby crown.
Do I feel my feeling?
Or is it circumstance?
So startling, is
The outer peeling of happenstance.
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