Must Be Paid In Time
A barrage of raw emotion
The onset proves, acute
It’s a radiating motion
Abstract at the root
Shrouded by unyielding fog
Challenging a fleeting breath
Held hostage by my grueling thoughts
Pale skin resembles death
I splash my face and wring my hands
Committed to disposal
My demons are denied a chance
No treaty or proposal
But, as with grief and mourning
Sacrifice must precede
The journey proves forlorning
Precious time, I’ll surly bleed
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