TOIL… a poem

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Into the void, I slowly slip

Deep-seated with doubt and despair

Oh, the toil that I know I will face

As it waits and waits for me unaware

Casting out confidences within me

Thought stilled in my routine

Edging close in the shadows nearer and nearer

Awaiting, to make me scream

Have I no self-control in this

Am I not steeled as man

Ever veiled the demon encroaches

Until he has me at hand

Fight the good fight day in and day out

Lest you find yourself heavy with dread

Trust that tomorrow you again find your strength

For the weakness will surely have fed

Author: What Words May Come

Hopeless romantic; joker; father and grandfather; husband; sportsman; part-time writer;

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