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The vast onyx sky, an ominous pit
My soul – bleak and cheerless.

I know I’ve failed but I hate to admit
Searing screams, I suppress.

Standing on the brink, I decide to quit
Crumbling under duress.

“Why give up? Seek help! This crime, don’t commit…
Let Hope have free ingress!”

An epiphany? A miracle?
Or a healing vibe?

A stirring cadence, the right notes it hit
Like a divine buttress!

Life’s a precious boon –
Let’s keep the heart lit,
Transcending all darkness.

First published on Penmancy based on the prompt KWOA:

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