That Were

It rises steadily
In palpitations.
Anger takes over
Visions of sanity.

A play thing.

Another ruse.
Some lame excuse
Couldn’t possibly
Solve.

Except the fact
That it’s that,
That keeps me
Here.

Which fuels
The embers
That were
Turning into dust.

Cast away this reality,
It doesn’t exist
Anymore.

Why did I
Go back.

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