The Deed

It feels inescapable,

Breath shorten because of this vise,

Heart, rapid to a frightening degree,

All I want is freedom,

To be free of this decay,

Poisoning my spirit,

Not something I can flee from,

Head forward and steps sure,

Do the deed that must be done,

Saving myself.

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