Idle time
Inhales, all the strengths
I brandish from dawn
And dispassion is swift

A sinful and sickening
Demise of the mind

A self-imposed death
By wallowing
And fuming ’til sunk

Time is unfazed
By my flailing
And faltering aims

By each whimpering hope
That stalls
In this swamp

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