My Fate

It's getting late,
I can no longer wait.
I stand here at this gate,
to bear witness my own fate.

Hands tremble at my side.
My fear.. I can no longer hide.
With eyes wide, I'll take this pain in stride.
Comfort.. I was denied.

A gentle caress,
ignored my distress.
This feeling shall possess,
until it begins to oppress.

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