The hardest thing of all: self-fight,
Not when the lure is far,
but when too close-too late
and cruel damage brought to light.
And then, you look at how it feasts
on thought, on will ,on sleep-
And what were you -now something meek-
is just a shaddow, chain on wrists.
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