Dread

Sincerity crossing over to crudeness

Every newborn raised to be shown what doom is

Disengaging hope and the sight that looks forward

When describing despair one wished there were more words

Wasting away like atrophied muscles

Speech muffled by society’s muzzle

Restlessness possessing this vessel

Fingertips pointing at temples

Unsure what to desire, what to acquire

Unable to forget that time will expire

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