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ain’t those last 2 lines the truth // 01/22/24

Bite your tongue now, you wretched thing
And savor the taste bittersweet
Whilst rigid hands once oft to wring
Twitch in unison with your feet
Deafer than God to loved one’s pleas
Blind to their captive looks of fright
Yet the palpably thick unease
Shall linger in the air that night
Awaken to a mild smother
And a mind that strains to recall
Stalked by the threat of another
Thrashed and beaten by life’s sea squall
A fool to think you braved the storm
That growing leech you had to quell
No escaping what’s become the norm
Visions dragged from the depth of hell
Alls well that ends well, don’t they say
But what of endings filled with woe
When life will torture, maim, and flay
Unfounded hope becomes your foe