Wasted years, I spent searching,
through many tears, countless lurching.
Aching fears, a soul searching;
a haunting image, sorrowful thought.
Through the scrimmage to be fought,
alone my image, greatly distraught.
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A refined poetic imagination, Adam. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.