Poem 9 : Untitled 1

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I wish that i could rest

but my mind never sleeps

it's always running laps

like a fixture on a track

I can't foresee the future

and who can change the past?

the only thing we can do

is count the time elapsed

forbidden from this correlation

that is conjoined in between our destiny's

but what it's worth exactly

isn't yet clear to me

my elastic soul is stretching thin

these heavy thoughts are weighed with sin

i'm waging a war against this thief from within

who seeks again to steal my life

the truth is hard

(when in stone it's carved)

the devil creeps as he's at large.

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