Destiny
I wander, robbed of my peace.
It's restoration, untouchable, bleak.
All senses subconsciously breached.
Placed between unmanned colliding fleets.
I can't dismember every fiend.
Setting forth upon my track.
Because their molded ebony nails.
Are grappled firmly to my back.
Into their pupils of misery, I did reminisce.
A reflection I have traced.
Their sinister hands cannot be untied.
Nor their image, can I deface.
Their involvement, far from my consent.
Forming plots of the illest intent.
Leaving me so thoroughly convinced.
I'll merge into the endless crypt.
This descent was like a chaotic dream.
Through a brutal sea drifted my soul.
Demons and mirrors appeared before me.
And their contents held my skull.
Consumed by paranoia.
Familiar cryptic walls, discerned.
My destiny is discovered.
Patterns of all I've come to learn.
poem by Aaron Lynn
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