Patient plummeting risks
drift on current lists
tasks that topple my courage
courageous pages turning
secrets shattered in midst
the silence in feeble lips
the seek of dreams moving faster
the promise of painful disasters
through speech of present tongues
withheld by computed tones
the 'maybe' matters leave lone
arrested hearts and bitter groans
though we try to move those rocks. . .
we try
we try
we try
. . . but sometimes, we just stop!
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