—>~<—
let me see
the future unfolding
with current times
we dwell in
as I hold the hand
that beckons the call
of wild dreams
harvesting our deepest regrets.
how do I tune in
to the sounds of passion
while lying helpless
in a prison of remorse,
as I dance out of time
to beats of a silent heart,
when tears that shed secrets
from unknown whispers
fail to guide me through
my darkest moments.
the outreached hand
will refuse me help
long after the fall
of my own existence.
just the way you use words is brill..awesome 
…’in a prison of remorse’ i like lol
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