Crisis
From the darkest well of constant sacrifice
The blinding blue sky beckons
Encouraging hope, creating frustration
For all I want is to succumb
Ugly with self pity
And potential
Tired of dreaming alone
Capable yet crippled by anxiety
Why won't you just help guide me
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