To the Underworld I Must Go

There is no choice but to venture 
in the underworld to face my fears
coiled like snakes around overdue epiphanies
they wait, poised and ready to unfurl in light
there is no option but to writhe among them
shed suffered moments attached to my heart
utopia is unique to all but I have to try
to find the long lost spark within my soul



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