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Here's the poem again, so you don't have to search for it. As you can see, I have been unable to work on those points you directed me on (aside from the italics):
Phantom Emotion
“I am almost ready”
Memories denied that were forever there
Lend reason to that uncounted-for emotion
That specter of ill-feeling
Her nightmare has lost its roots
And so she dangles
We witness the ghost of past struggle
Shrivel its optimistic host
“I no longer believe”
So time rests
As she is forced to recover
Yet finds nothing
Save that artificial savior
Refuge within the self
“Dreams are gospel,” she says
“Words are pointless…”
“Reliance on others is futile…”
So emotional guards once constricted
Are deemed unmovable
But intrudes a voice
Watch as it seeps in unnoticed
Pierces the fragile, the unbeknownst confusion
Hear it complete that process rushed
And save a life
“It is done”
Voice of invisible substance, mystic effect
Fills a void for the lonely
A balm for shallow healing
I’ve felt it soar below my barrier of grief
And force a lost heart to confront fears forgotten
The aftermath that followed the ghost of mourning
These things take time
But I am no longer alone
But isn't it past the deadline now?