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We try a frustration borne
We attempt to cope with frustration
When the imagined waves of potential
When the anticipated possibilities
Crash against reality's immovable shores
Collide with the unyielding realities
All I had wrought I abandoned to the faith of the faithless years
All my efforts are forsaken to the uncertain passage of time
If the reward of suffering is experience
If enduring hardship leads to wisdom
Then the reward of experience is suffering
Then the outcome of wisdom is enduring hardship
Wrapped in nascent light
Enveloped in early stages of light
I want nothing more than the arms of sleep
I desire nothing more than the solace of sleep
To embrace me whole or push me out
To fully embrace or cast me away
From the cyclical howling weeks
Amid the repetitive, agonizing weeks
And the fiat value of everything
And the arbitrary assigned value to everything
Rather than the hate the shore and a filthy anecdote strewn beach
Preferably over loathing the shore and a littered, unpleasant beach story
So I seethe
Thus, I simmer with intense emotion
And I wreak
And I cause havoc
Havoc on those I need
Upon those I depend on
And spit and writhe and rue the lack of time
I express disdain and writhe, lamenting the scarcity of time
A resignation borne
An acceptance arising
A slight submission while kicking and screaming
A subtle surrender while resisting intensely
Against the blackest midnight sea
Against the darkest midnight sea
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