A dance with the dark of heart,

A play with the anger

of those left to march

in barren lands with empty hands

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A whirling pool, the water pitch black

a hunger to sink deep

within its grasp,

to find, to seek, a truth or peace...

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Deceived by the want

to silence the voice

that tells you; there is no other choice

Yet there you are standing so strong.

Resisting to fall,

determined to walk away from it all.