All things come to an end


Scapula strained
Knees swollen
And
Yet. Iwork away
I do.
Mind crashing
With the amount
Of mounting
Fear
Of what
Tomorrow holds.
Like lighting
In a storm
It hits
The core
All
Things
Come to an end.

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