Sunday, September 3, 2017

Always More

Hell was in my path
though I'd yet to meet my fate.
Churning,
burning,
yearning for escape.

And though I'd seen its face,
I soon would catch its wake;
it'd been but some time
but the devil'd get his take.

Darkness is so close,
though I'd yet to leave the light.
Squirming,
turning,
learning how to fight.

And at the tipping point,
when I thought I won the war,
I was turned around again,
and only saw there's more.

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