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Self-Imposed Loneliness As I sat dining on grevous thought a prisoner in this stronghold of being. My eyes like burdened clouds surrendering their rain for fear of disinterring this old mental seed. Determined to know some non-learned things I joust with my cryptic cipher. Constituents of madness knitted together come deafening out of the fray. Procrastinated life is life not lived my heart beats backward to this end. This triage of my thoughts expose what I do now, I should of done then. It happened, but a chance for greed, became a solitude that bent my early thoughts. Of needful things I am sure was in some measure, so the idea of starting over can wait not. Darkness, oh darkness, just dark darkness, enough light can a world possess? To undo that which took a life to prepare and maybe, a friend I'll find. |
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