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The 8th Deadly Sin


Caught between 

fear and despondency

it came as two trains

passing in the night

 with him on the center rail

too frozen to choose

too barren to cry

too orphaned to commit

hearing the screams

from the dying polarity

tearing him from the center

of his emptiness

daring him to move

while forcing him to stay 

the 8th deadly sin beset…

D-E-S-P-A-I-R-I-N-G

with the sound of the fury

the pressure and the heat

sucking out the last vestige

of the man he had been

before all hope gave in to fear

 

(Septa’s R5: March, 2022)

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