Of Words,
A maelstrom of
emotions
Climb up to my mind,
Clinging, Screaming, Tearing.
Lying down in pain,
Time
Never stops.
Stare into the eyes,
See a clouded future.
Lost I am,
In the fog, obscuring the
Future. Many voices call,
I shake them off. My
Mother's voice, a Harpy,
Calling me back to her path.
My Father's voice,
An elder Lion,
Wanting me to become perfect.
Time ticks,
As I know,
Perfection is not mine.
The Game ends.
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