With each movement

With each movement this form war wages on fear
Festered site of salty blisters along raw flesh doing my best
Unfazed by failures constant request I divest opportunities zest
Still amid life’s rubble flung between yesterday and tomorrow I’m torn
Tasting bitter rewards from glass shards amber and Crimson grows my refrain
Felling frustrations gargantuan emotions wisdom assails reason
Granting reforms reunion with perditions perils rewarding amorous fools
One word wears millions while silence bears solemn Testament
Fear on this form war wages with each movement


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