Incurable Cough

When you're past the point of no return
Which way do you go?
Left or right
No end in sight.
The pain of the day is broken by sleep
But sleep cannot solve
And when you wake
You're still lost.
The misery of my position.
The heartache of consideration.
Flaws to admit.
Mistakes to reveal.
Swallowed by my sins.
Forgiveness is a novelty of faith.
Of which I have none.
The fluid in my lungs will turn to ice
My skin will burn
Caught in a tornado of loss
Buried in the sand
What remnants can I cling to
That will pull me through?

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