Just a quick poem I wrote in the spur of the moment

Getting ready, "Are you sure?"

Are you able to pursue, skies of black.. No turning back

This is it, take a swing, make a hit.

"Are you sure?"

It will be a blur and I don't know what will come tonight?

Define a new height, go far, however don't get caught in tar.

I laugh and I bath in your glory, I even say sorry.. You don't

Black smoke, I can't breathe, or perhaps fog

Hazing your view, oh the smog, why must you hog!

Share, or leave me caught in this binding snare fulfilled only by despair

"Here I am!" - No voice

Dead of night, you're lost.. No light

The End

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