Tried

When my hand passes through
The threshold of this life
And grasps for something true
It’s burned with jealous strife

Met with anchored fires,
Severed by fearful hate,
And drowned in sunken mires,
For tempting to touch fate.

I do not mourn this day.
For, reaching was my love.
The seconds I’m awake;
This time I spent above.

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