a veil has been drawn across my mind
all images and thoughts recede
I feel nothing ...
... a lie
desperation
deflation
my life in other hands
not in control
I ask, plead
my voice rides
on winds I never see or touch
drifting, lost among other voices
each different
as desperate as I
with no end in sight
no conclusion ...
...except the final
destiny





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