I am dying here, climbing this event
with a broken leg, arms broken also
and my head is gone, my mind has
changed to froth - and my heart is
shriveling, I have no power left
Everything I had to give, courage,
determination and courtesy, is gone,
can't go on, nauseous, despondent,
my head bursting into flame - the
pain of conflagration stopping me
I dream about escape, to flee, to leave
the disempowerment, disillusionment,
I have nothing left to give…
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