The Unhealing

Spectre stress gores my frightful feelings.
Was that a deep breath,
or a doubting sigh?
I tell no lie, I couldn’t tell
and start to dwell on things that not normally matter.

My will and I sit abreast,
surrounded with boundless unhealings.
They are feasting
on my spirit, body and soul.
Their unyielding appetite
forces me to give,
and do I give.

We focus vision,
and plan an accent once more.

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