rocks and roadways
travelled.
heart left broken,
psyche unraveled.
confidence shattered
that i never had.
by will alone
i did not go mad.
too much to look back
on.
no reason to do.
distraught from the false,
yet afraid of the true.
calendar twisted,
by time's merciless
march.
thirsty but not
 |
| in the presence of beauty |
i will not be parched.
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