I know not what to do
This insepid fear
Hopelessness clinging
Onto me
I could surrender and let
It devour what is left,
A slow process love lost
Arrogance the theft
Here then I stand
Before you
Naked to your soul
Are you the one I thought
You are
Dreamed you are
(please be that for me
a safe place from this storm
If not – resentment will flourish
A beautiful love left in scorn)

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