the balloon has deflated
the fog has descended
the air is milky thick
shadows spiral upward
the river stops flowing
water evaporates
time is warped
my heart races
thumping hard
a gasp for breathe
pulse slows turtle style
I fall into despair
hoping
waiting
trying to believe
the sickness
will disappear
restored health
will be my glory
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