Nothing else can be lost,
my soul can bear no more the harm... or painful cost.
As my last few hopes and dreams... fall to the floor and shatter into the misery it seems.
I start to consider the things in life...that should matter.
Always held back with the carrying of anothers boulders,
legs warn down now...and with broken shoulders.
Hands that bare too many a bloody scar,
of a man who has had to walk many miles for others...but never got all that far.
Stagnated, in the darkness of the air I breath,
a gathering of dark clouds, that never seem to leave.
My room...the air... the fill of the place,
knows of no sparkle or nicely lit space.
Glum dull and painfully bleak,
nothing to look forward to from week to week.
So nothing else matters, I have paid the cost,
my heart is now shattered, my love of life...now lost.
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