I look down, in full flight,
allergic to the abiding underlying fight
and below loneliness is revealed,
like a wound that has never healed.

Menacing vigorously
even if undetected.
Gathering the pack zealously
blindingly incarcerated

It patiently awaits my landing,
to treacherously embrace me
with it's strong and rugged tongs,
that swiftly enthrals my soul.

Moulding its thorns around my flesh,
never to let go.
Drenching my unconscious aisle
never to let go.

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