NIGHTH COLLECTION¦ECHOES #1 ENSNARED

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"ENSNARED"

No purpose, no chance, no repose,
Pain's gaze, chilling, it exposes.
With eyes so cold, devoid of life,
I try to break free from its strife.

I meet its stare, unyielding, bold,
Yet cannot escape its icy hold.
It lingers, a smirk upon its face,
Leaving me trapped in its relentless embrace.

Within this cage, I find no respite,
Bound in one position, devoid of light.
Its presence looms, a constant weight,
A haunting glance I cannot abate.

-soulpoet-

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