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In vain thoughts drift

upon nowhere breezes

of a life distraught

where promise teases



no silver trimmings

line blackened clouds

so I lurk behind

masqueraded shrouds



optimism chokes me

with deadly hold

till conviction's subdued

and blood runs cold



there's no place to run

from fate's cruel hand

as it holds me immobile

in dense quicksand



I've tried to struggle

to get myself free

but there's no escaping

that which owns me



I'm hopelessly hoping

where all hope is lost

while I'm beaten down

by diseases that accost



each day a struggle

to just get through

only to repeat it again

with the next to ensue...