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maudlin woes

Dark clouds of vanity,
engulfing me slowly;
horizon of soberness,
constricting – stifling …
am i sane?


My vision of clarity,
blanketed –
by subtle obsession
i take a plunge  [into the void]
am i lost?


Drowning in my sorrows,
i’d invited,
that rained on me [heavily];
my only desire…


This fodder of humanity,
i’d taken,
when i came in –
is choking me badly…

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