Are You Fraught

a poem

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Are you fraught in constant thought
And constant fears and who endears
And how you stand, what you command
In colored dreams and tortured schemes
Little whites lies and feigned surprise
At wits end in false pretense
And in that sense you can’t commend
Trapped in the spiral there’s no denial
You’re trending down right to the ground
And being bold won’t take hold
So who are those who strike the pose
On trails blazed and victories…