WearyAlthough I stand strong as I might, I cannot help but shiver and tremble As some memories spring from my mind, And some words make their way to my ears.Weary
I can no longer glance at what I love, But too many painful blows remind me Of all that I have left behind.
Far as I am, it is not the distance That makes me so fearful and lost, But the coldness which receives me As I attempt to find some comfort.
Guilt finds a path down to my marrow And even my pride it dominates. I sit alone, still and scared, And I do not dare to move at all. &nb
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