Scathed Eclipse

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The winds turn

The tidal waves churn

My throat burns

My temper worms

Yet, I leave the day unscathed

Pushed to the edge

Broken by wedge

Thundering sledge

My inconsolable dredge

I'm slowly veering off track

A jumble of emotion

Headache inducing commotion

Doubting my resolved promotion

No clue of any notion

I can't keep myself from my own wrath

But, yet, there's a hand

To keep me on land

To stop the disintegrating sand

Reinforcing my band

Before I do leave this day permanently scathed

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