Escape
There is nothing left in my past that I can escape.
There is nothing left in my future- no hope worth being saved.
Each word is like a failing game of chess.
And each sentence, my emotions are remiss.
At some point- my abilities plateaued.
Once I discover what I’m missing, I can never unknow.
Always understanding, yet always haunted.
For my lacking I will always be taunted.
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