Conviction

Whispering silently across the room
Hundreds of words like threads in a loom
Years of preparation evaporate like fume

Clinging candidly with such grace
Abatingly tired from the chase
Not knowing of the doom that could disgrace

Traveling from a distant star
Yelling for help without remorse thus far
Openly admitting that things are bizarre

Upon the shore its waves have dashed
Likened to a car that once had crashed
Out of the blue convictions were smashed

Vivid are those memories that i can see
Everything seemed so clear to me
My convictions by far are intact by decree
Ending it all with a cup of tea

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