Slipping
By Kaoss
The mask is slipping. Soon for all to see.
Lack of hope, emptiness and misery.
Strength depleted, but the fight continues.
Beaten, battered, near broken. Fear ensues.
No sign of winning or losing. Stalemate.
Loss of purpose, direction. Plain as day.
What will the reaction be.
Fear, loathing, apathy?
Only time will tell,
on the day when the hand that holds the mask fell.
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