It’s all a blur
You whisper to me
A haze a maze
I cannot see
You fumble you trip
For not being quick
Hands outstretched
You try to grip.
No more will I handle
Your cries and complaints
Middle ground not sought
Brings me much pain
Enough with the blur
I want to see
You whisper again
Falling on your knees


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