Poetry attempter.
I dare not say her name for fear that I'll
Become consumed by long forsaken woes,
Though maybe I've been happy for a while,
It has been years since last this dread arose.
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Eyes of gold will seek what troubles the meek
Those in the valley aspire to the peak
It’s hard to get there with these weights on my feet
I’ve been running forever on this hopeless street
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Had we a heart for the love we had shared
God could have been kind and just left us a pair
But maybe our senses got into the way;
It had to be darkness that shadowed our days.
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Life’s cage is true belligerence
And ignorance, its Lock
The young die bold
The old die cold
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In one long note, the song is sung. The hopeful dirge has now begun.
What started with a coward’s cry continues with an honest lie
Would arrows shot in parallel bring forth an end to actions fell
The first struck hard into the lamb, and soon the second’s sure to land
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