There’s that feeling
That sinks in the stomach
Rattles through neural grey matter
And tremors hands and souls
Darkening the bright side
Severing dreams and castrating faith
Yet somewhere a small candle flickers
As a light that clings onto life
Grasping at the threshold of consciousness
Even in the fiercest storms
Called the bias of optimism
That however small holds onto hope
Ginz&Tonic 
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