Rueful

I Am The Core I am in Shall trek Seeds grow Prospects led Avoid yestereve Unravel your senses Optics reflect the bedlam Ears raise to the familiar blare Waft with a loft towards the abyss That once held you under for so long Graze a shell husk using rapid fists Gaze with such impotent stare All that fears, that fed them Compacts - condenses Releases to grieve Aspects to shed Heeds slow Into a sec & begin Lore For Am I