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Life is my foe
I despise both
They won’t let me go
I dream daily
of inner peace
and eternal sleep
but get a flirting kiss
The cast of my past
‘sembles many nights
a plethora of vices
ample to kill my rights
Yet I am free
but bound by
the critic inside
and daily I die
Each morn I see
glowers still
each night
spurs to kill
I can stop my breath
with pinched nostrils
I can go no farther
for a force repels
So I live on
a dead man…
Written by: Jude Uchella
