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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Don’t mind your habits, but they’ve made your mind. Round the next corner, things will get better. Until that one fell day when you do find The credit’s come due and you’re the debtor. You’ve hidden yourself away out of fear With sea-green moat, tower, thick sandy walls. Predators finally could not come near But no one else can come knocking at all. Pick yourself apart thoroughly, the pain Is less than if they figure it out first Sisyphean task for your fevered brain A foul practice, but better than what’s worse. The lonely stone walls, old bones in the keep, Dragons in the moat, free from invasion. A lofty view of the bustling street Looking out from the high crenellations. At dark shadows you jump, the things you fear All may have once contributed to it. But all these things become irrelevant When you find out that the fuse has been lit. What smoldered for ages has now caught flame Under countless, caked layers of plaster No longer doubtful luxury of blame To avoid an explosive disaster. From numbness has hardened the deepest ache. Seems the one in the keep is missing, too. Unaware, the demon your soul did take. The cold, eroding bones are inside you. Ash grey fuse angrily throws orange sparks, The why of it no longer relevant The pain no longer to slumber in dark. Pinch it, douse it, the fuse will not relent. Deeply, you know this can’t go forever. It will put an end to you, and quite soon. Search your mind, desperate for the lever, Disarm the bomb or get blown to the moon. Loved ones wouldn’t begrudge your departure If they could feel the burgeoning horror. Or so you think, blinded by the torture What they see, somehow not in the mirror. Bet your quickly ticking life it’s too much When you are the bomb, so hard to diffuse Leave the Keep's safety, risk the human touch This lonely fight you do not have to lose. 3/20/16
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