The agony settles to a quiver
Softening its wrath
To a dull burn
As I scale down from havoc

The outrage
Calms to a nuisance
To be soon forgotten
In a haze
Of mundane trials

The sorrow
Grows pale and drowns
In a shameful embrace
In the vice I carry
And coddle each day

The panic subsides
To a cool traveling wisp
A maiden who soothes
With the utmost of skill

The mind relents
Left wavering in grey
Capsized in relief
And bound to forget

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