A haunting of my soul born of despair
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There is no cure, just the need to endure
The unspoken words held tightly secure.
Ripped out my hair in hopes of being fair;
Only doubt dares to stay in this game we share.
Rows of silent tacit sins lay clear claim,
There can be no defense to all the shame;
Words can't find their way when all is unfair.
But, still left unable to comprehend the pain
A time of rest from all tests is best
As grief strikes harder than an acid rain,
Left stuck on a fence like a depressed guest.
With a need to abstain from all the strain
Until redemption comes like a child blessed.