Angry maelstrom,
dark fingers greedily gulping me in.
I consent without words
but a baleful glance shows my surrender.
Moments before there was a calm,
a still hope for the hopeless,
an endearing endowment for tomorrow,
for all tomorrows.
All swallowed by this tumult, this storm
I have conceded to with arms politely folded in incredulity.
Sinking back to knowing nothing
as a quiet heart set the beat to defeat;
a common theme,
a known neighbor that borrows without hope of return;
leaving only empty.
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