Days slip by, hour by hour, unnoticed
A silent streaming,
Time’s fluidity knows no bar,
Thoughts submerged in layers of silt
Life moves on, sedate as aged Matron
Till once more dreaded hour comes round
Reminder of ifs and buts and alas
Futile feelings fermenting within
Turning into deadly venom
Spreading through blood stream
Running into black void of restless soul
Both dead and alive
Both hopeless and hopeful.
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