A pit of despair embarks upon me.

Dragging me deeper, catching my breath.

Gasping for air, I grieve.

Clawing for space, I breathe.

It is only then that I notice my need,

That I find what I grieve,

That I need to succeed.

They heed my warning, yet stifle my cry.

It is only then that I begin to die.

Have I any life left?

Is this my end?

I have even yet to begin to win.

My strive is broken--broken beyond repair.

I see where this is going,

I see its end,

I now know how to win,

Toward the end I will begin.



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