It is with sadness that I come before you
head hung with lamentation.
These eyes will find no solace in this place.
I am lost.
With you the tide may turn
however, learning to change with it proves deadly
and no hand reaches out for me to save.
It is only the grave that I am toward
with something akin to relief in that destination.
I leave you behind.
I leave them behind.
I gain all that knowledge hidden from my mind
and no interpretation renders these ramblings alive.
I stumble through this logic
as a child in the sudden darkened room
and light is low at noon.
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