Plunged indifference within,
Wish I were’nt that callous,
Denying the self forthrightness
to turn-up from another debacle
the alternatives that spoke,
had their own abstruse quarrel.
Either there was a victory
Or smack down at each territory
Whatever it was , I know,
It was me left petrified.
Stupefaction lasted much than I
Reckoned, and stood firmly
even after being defied.
There will be striking display
The firm cerebration will soon be animate
I will be back, for sure I will
After all the ephemeral darkness is nothing,
But the shadow of that one last hill…
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