Worrying Lies
Lies do not bring relief...
and fear is fear
inviting impending doom to torment me.
Tormented then my mind is bitter and old thoughts strike
to my cha-grin
again and again,
with an irritated shadow of shame and pain retained
And so no relief from the weeping brain, the thorns remain
it's refrain are its domain
I fear.
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