To Stop this Madness (Poem)

Oh, how I was wrong

To think the Dark Days could be counted

They seemingly go on and on

The present moment always gone

My thoughts chasing aching memories

That trickle to my chest cavity




Oh, to stop the madness

Takes the will to be reborn

Sitarra sitting at the stairs.

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