Day 3 — The valley of the shadow of death

The other ones were simple play

Us, though, for real in ev’ry way

Hurt brings life to shadow of death

you walk, not talk, with silent breath; our growth at bay.

Mind in turmoil, throat has a lump,

Our future can’t end o’er a bump!

It wasn’t that bad — or was it?

Obsessing turns into a fit, mood takes a dump.

O’er the months, the pattern was seen

You were merely toying with me

Pins and needles, a nervous wreck

Ill intent to every trek – lord over we.

Tao Talk