Held

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The grip peels back
Such emotional terrors that
Latch on visible streams
Seizing the entrance of delusions.

The attack comes quietly
Without warning,
Clarifying the hold
Forcing a showdown within.

These crisis grows
Aging in eons’ wrath
That smothers grasping at anything,
Which clings and tones its’ fear.

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CortanaLain aka XELain
CortanaLain aka XELain

Written by CortanaLain aka XELain

Weird, Dark at Times, Creative Poet Writer with bits of Flow, Spacing moments outside thru realms of Life.

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