A dilligent spine that once stood so tall,
humbled with age and withered to a fall.
Lost on the path, a misguided road.
Stranded with a compass, but nowhere to go.
Drowning in the waters of black reality,
chance of rescue faded as your cries drown softly.
An after thought to life and prethought in death,
getting happier to sink as water stiffles your breath.
An attempt to survive, equivalent to a lie.
An attempt to live, but useless energy to give.
Crushed and destroyed, pressed to a dust.
Destroyed by the rock which once grounded you with trust.
Everyones a lie, a facade unmasked.
Memories hold the deceptive light in which you once basked.
The memories whereupon trust brightfully burned,
unraveled its deception, and to the darkness you turn.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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