Remove me from this view.
Another reminder of existence,
A tiresome memory.
No desire of oblivion,
Rather... a distancing.
Hands firmly grasp the cliff of hope,
Despair and exhaustion undermine,
Yet this knowledge shares potency.
Clouds of nightmares conquer,
Winds of transitional revelations refuse surrender.
Silence invades my voice,
Or is it just that I do not exist?
The mind is a victim of rage in such solitude,
Patience confines such fury,
Reflect the unstoppable force towards the immovable object.
Collision results in no casualties,
All but one.
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