In Solitude

Invariably left all alone once more you're crying sad in solitude you weep and moan feels like you're going mad

Reminiscing the passion of what's now forgotten dreams spreading sad the ashes on what to thee vain so seems

From swirling dust we are all born to dust we shall remain and with it's wicked painful scorn life laughs won't let you gain

They finally did come for thee the walk in one dark row so many things that you could be instead you're dying slow

Vunerable, but still you're strong inclined not to give up some things in life for you went wrong but keep your head high up

~ mirash~

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