Aftermath

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Aftermath

Surrounded by problems, I surrender as they begin to close in;
Constantly frustrated with all my patience wore thin;

Lost somewhere in the dark recesses of my mind with no way out;
The light at the end of the tunnel is only an illusion, forcing me to find another route;

Now another brick wall is placed upon my path;
My spirit is broken as I remain a victim of my own tragic aftermath;

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If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

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