I've become what I feared the most
An insufferable burden
Amid my silenced serenity
A defying scream
You can see me running and running and yet
As you see I'm reaching no destination
Or feel the numbing ripples of that I dwale
I feel like I'm drowning
Suffocating on the emotions
Of which ground me into this eternal Hell
What do I fear the most?
It holds me captive in its gross clutches
I hear their vast arrival reminiscent in my memory
The orchestra of orbiting waves
Bash their fists against harboured walls concaving the cliff sides
Those of which contain my daunted demeanour
And as I drift further
Longer and deeper
I fall into an illuminated tunnel of vacuity.
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