The Silence of my Discontent

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By stealth it creeps upon me
Grey vapours of curling tentacles
Silently constrict
The blossom of satisfaction
It’s silent toxin spreads
Wilting flower of happiness
Fading beauty, crinkled, cracked
Falls in smouldering ash
Medusa gazed now frozen
In silent discontent
I pray the gods
One wish to grant
That rising from grey vapours
Smouldering ash and
Silent discontent
Phoenixof joy will soar.

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