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yet Filled with a thousand definitions. Im lost in the memory of the past, prisoner to it, Ever wishing for a non-existent hope; I only but catch glimpses of it and no more.
Till the end of times, and Ill remain chained to What I seek so dearly to lose, Search for what Ive almost forgottenI may see it and pass by. My singular fear, that I cease to care, And be trapped in the very fault that Beguiled me, luring me into the deep nothingness That feels the void I feel-
Till the end of times, and I face what I am, Im stuck in the hallway, And the ever distant silhouette of a door. Opeyemi 26/7/2012