Note: This poem was originally posted on my Patreon account on May 29th of 2019. I am currently posting a new poem to my patreon account once a week for patron exclusive reading and on this blog one week later for public viewing. If you’d like to see these poems when they are first put up then please consider pledging to my patreon page.

My anxiety dissipates, but for how long?

The righteous within the hateful throng.

The needy sings their sinful song.

The savior makes their sacrifice all too long.

It’s left with little to take along.

The pulse that one can’t feel, but can turn on.

The breath that draws you, the tower stands tall.

But the base still struggles, there’s holes in the wall.

To make an escape, to reject the call.

Or to accept my fate, to bare it all.

But at what cost?

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