Days on days, it’s getting harder
Spinning into something darker
Fight to segregate events at hand
Not sure when – or even IF
Sorting insults from the gifts
With so much love, I beg to understand
The paths of sun, the paths of night
Where left leads left and right leads right
So simply – so completely – crystal clear
And yet the sun knows nothing of her
Brilliance caged beneath its’ cover
THIS… the harbinger of crippling fear
Have we met? Do I know you?
So many years, yet I’ve no clue
Translation: I have failed to be your guide
The surface serves the psychopath
While hordes absorb the aftermath
No penance for the proud… and terrified
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