Lethargy

Veils of disappointments
Mists of gloom
Visions of eternity
Damnation in pursuit

Weaned of hope
Too tired to thrust
Marred by logic
The dearth of dreams

Wishing and missing
Retiring to mercy
More storms aroused
Still impervious, none-withstanding

To reach, akin to breaching-pass
I need fast, so I knead fast
Pulling the stops so I pitch not
Will reason stop me? I doubt one

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