Uncertainty lingers
Like a moth eaten rug that sits precariously on a
cold stone floor
Surrounded by the uncanny
assumption that
Life is
Nothing more than everything you wished it wouldn’t
be
I am undermined by that thought
Somehow I feel as if my fate could be
predetermined
If I had been blessed with the foresight to realize
That not all prescriptions come equipped with the
proper
Ingredients
Leaving me alone
To stare at the cold ceiling and
wonder
what shade of grey the sky above
actually is
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