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18/8/2016 A poem about feeling insignificant and weak

I can feel the void calling me...

...feel it or hear it?

It reaches inside and pulls me closer.

It draws me, like an angler reels a fish,

I fight it but my struggles are in vain.

 

I am a solitary straw in a tornado...

The winds rush around my ears,

drowning all thoughts, smothering resistance. 

At the whim of forces far greater than myself.

Self-determination is an imagination.

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