Five Years Hence
Seclusion’s sinkhole and all its weight,
defects my days and tunnels my sight.
Shoulders turn thickened under duress,
increased my means and killed my ends.
Delved beneath the moon tide stretches,
high water can only impede my methods.
Fluids that back away expose a decay,
held as high as I dare baring my face.
Deep breaths I've taken into my soul,
captured some time and maybe hope.
A smile may dawn it just all depends,
on my Sun’s radiance five years hence.
EaS
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