it’s your fault that I
am stuck in a rut

who gave you the right
to breathe me in and shower me
with rhyme brighter than light, so much so
that nothing else
fascinates me

though often cold
darkness still holds the shadows
where doubt freely rests
at least for a while

I must recalibrate
before they drag me
to the other side


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