Terror

Ceaseless, unweary, tireless streams
Of joys, of hate, of daylight dreams

In a relentless, wistful pursuit of eternity
A broken heart full of love, of sublime self pity

Endless moments trapped in a vile race
The finish line dotted with many a torn face

When does enough mean its over, the inevitable end?
Perhaps when the heart’s done loving and the path turns a bend.

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