Uncompromising line
Stand still and hold back
The tears and fears
Which clutch at your
Tendrils of hope
Which clutch at your
Tiny fortitude
Which does
Maintain your line
If barely
Your knees appear to tremble
Your back begins to ache
Stand still as a blade await
But only so long may you maintain
This rigid discipline
Against the fears and tears
Tendrils of hope you clutch at
In vain or in hope
The dust that cakes your weary form
Stirs do the increasing
Beating of your
Heart
By: Daniel Smallegange
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