Darkness fills my mind

Darkness fills my mind
no future can I see.
The strands of the present
are thorn.
I cannot wait
I cannot act
I cannot count
on me.

All that I said
all that I felt
all that I thought was true
Thorn asunder
the pieces obscuring
my sight
of things to come
of things to do.

As days grow short
hope catches its last breath
And sends me forth
away from me
from who I could have been
And I return
to what I am

to what I cannot be.
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