Untouched, unbothered, unscathed,

Yet the labyrinth of unknown prevailed.

Scattered consciousness, unbathed,

The known train of thought derailed.

Unwind and winged, imagination,

Formed. Cryptic, unfathomed, loose

Like strands of hair, unruly, untidy

Filled up the sharp air. Unwillingly,

We ought to give in to the nothingness.

Unraveled alleys of a crooked mind,

Explored to the brim of finesse.

Dark, deluded and unconquerable,

Fear that creeps in, left us raw,

Broken, unquenched and disabled.

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