Caught in Difference

Like penciled lines these doubts
circle my mind.
Thin enough to escape an ordinary eye.
Thick enough to black out the sky.

Scurrile, pumping through my veins.

Their roots are long and firm
embracing my eyes every time
I attempt to turn away
from shady sights that fill my hands
with goodies of yesterday.

Go away. Leave me, for I will break
my neck trying to move on
with ropes wrapped around my head.

I cannot see, nor will I ever be
able to comprehend
why you held on for your sake.

You gave your thread a tug.
You put my doubts and life
to end.



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