A shadorma poem

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How foolish

To think I’d escape-

Still I wish

To resist

Chaos I seem to create-

Is this just my fate?


Sure loves company-

Still I try

To defy

discord that’s destroying me-

Is hope within reach?


I’ve begun to hate-

Still I drift

Back to this

Sick state to which I’m a slave-

Will I waste away?