the surrounding places have everything to say
lives pass through with stories to relate
and all the while, you stand
resisting against quicksand
inhaling the sadness that revels in and around
the madness of a sentient coma resounds
and all the while, you remain
resisting against constraint
emptiness embraces the lost and lonely
dissembling true emotion just barely
and all the while, you stand
resisting against all you can
a plethora of advice clouds judgement
compelling the heart to grow absent
and all the while, you remain
all this time, you've maintained
the heart that bleeds unwilled tears
the soul struggling to adhere
to the mind that sustains conflict
while life becomes the verdict
and breathing is the penance.
all the while, you grow distant.
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