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Shackled Willows weep Just as I Waiting Watching time pass-by As Boredom sets in Time creeps on The thought of moving is like the Siren's Song Calling, Beckoning, Urging my presence Sitting here turns a strong mind to a peasant Begging for scraps of anything useful Suddenly life is less than beautiful The unstable soul at a time like this Yearns for someone to resurrect it with a kiss I shall remain here sitting till my sands flow through Waiting, wondering with nothing to do I'll watch as Ravyns flock from Graves unknown To tell me that I am all Alone |
Additional Notes:
No periods or the such because I believe that ends a poem before the real finish. Capitalisation, other than at the beginnings are there to point out a deeper meaning. Ravyns, also, is there for effect and is spelt correctly.
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