That constant erosion
Of that thin sanity
Left fighting somewhere
With them unexorcised demons of the past
And the future,
That beholds more pain
Than the healing it can bestow
And I wonder,
If I really want
To lie in the present
Or just melt away
Or vaporise
Just like these salt waters
That have made a slight stop
At the depth of my eyelids
I don’t want to let go of them
For I continue to live in ambiguity
And these waters,
They hold my precious being captive
Unable to let go of the past
Resistant to forego the pains in the present
And look beyond
What the future may unfold
What a quagmire I am in
All the fruits of my own undoing..
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