Incompleted poem

Each day

Each day arrives

Like a drum beat

Falling.

Each day counted,

I’m a little bit further away from worry,

I dont want to hurry,

But I dont want to be closer,

To a conclusion,

If that would be ok?

Each day..

Like an unknown bite of an apple.

Which one is poisoned?

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