A tenuous hold is all that I have got,

There are too many battles, still to be fought,

My determination is gone, my strength has faded away,

I ask one question. Will I survive this day?

Morose, is that how I seem,

Is this reality or some caliginous dream?

And if a dream, when will I awake?

Much more of this nightmare, I cannot take.

Give me the courage, to disembark from this ride,

There is no one to turn to, no place to hide,

Let us put an end to the charade, I’m already dead inside.

-Margi

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