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The Other

She waits within abiding stealth
Fashioning control over herself

But she is so acute to cryptic failings
Flinging against my invisible railings

Not to be subdued or silenced still
She rages with uncompromising will
Confined by these weak temporal walls
Undone she seeks the lower calls

Those of apathy, intemperance, and pride
Desperate ambition to fling open wide
Floodgates swell and emotional storms rise
It is her time, no more compromise

She is the Other, and I relinquish to her strength
There is nothing left of me.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006

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