{"sf1_id":559194,"sf2_id":"lmX4aBwm","title":"A poem, this is","author":"Ephemeral_Dreams","words":204,"posted_at":"2013-07-04T08:11:00.000Z","tags":["M/solo","No-Yiff","Not the best","Poetry"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/559194-a-poem-this-is","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/lmX4aBwm","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/97/4e/974e8577-6266-47b5-a9c8-283b889c4c0f","description":"","content":"Ever feeling the oppresive presence that hovers over me,  \nJust wishing that this repressive curtain would lift.  \nBlood and gore everywhere, leaving debree here and there.  \nEvery day feels so short, yet the shadow is so still.  \n  \nEver looming awareness, the lack of discipline and self-control.  \nWhomever knew that knowledge would bring so much heartache?  \nWhat I know pains me and what I don't jumps me.  \nI should be working out, studying, running and thinking.  \n  \nEver moving tides of time, careless of its victims.  \nBut how could I be one, if i desire duality?  \nI want the end to come quickly, but I desire more time to enjoy things sweetly.  \nThe feelings are a riptide, crashing through my meek defenses.  \n  \nEven the feelings of worthlessness doesn't touch me as deeply.  \nWhy doesn't it hurt anymore, is it an improvement?  \nHave the wounds finally healed, ready to start fresh.  \nmy sight grows ever wose, would I ask for vision.  \n  \nEven so i breathe, live and eat.  \nWallowing in the ever murky waters, would it ever end?  \nI hope I can become more than the succubus I am.  \nRise aobve it all, like only I can.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;  \n  \nCopyright Ephemeral\\_Dreams  \nSpawned by the forgotten does of Serotonin.  \n\n  \n  \n\n"}