Rejection

The ache wafts up
Like wisps of smoke
And hangs in the air
Hope dries up
The night grows dark
With heavy despair
All the whispered
Seeds of doubt whirl about
Steal my sleep and
Break my heart
Fear hath torment
It is said
Endless thoughts
Upon my bed
A restless and
Subjective art

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