The Reaping

I yearn for it all to be real
The emotions that I have come to feel
It’s my heart I don’t trust
Yet I find that I must
Deep inside I had to crawl
Had to build up a great wall
Left up to protect
Let my rage project
Keep trying to batten down the hatches
Slow it down before it latches
He makes my black heart bleed
Because he’s planted a seed
Will I reap what he’s sown
What may come is unknown
Nothing to do but wait
See what’s revealed by fate

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