The Yearly Freefall

The Yearly Freefall

 

Through the motions of joy
I adhere
So secretly drawn
To my yearly dismay

Driven far off
To the morrow’s swarm
My dreams all bustle
And rage to despair

I am tarnished and stalled
In a freefall and frenzy
In the murderous haze
Beneath
My veil of feign strength

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