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Why did I do it?
I knew I never could
Beat the mighty storm
Stand up to the fierce sun
Brave the terrible hurricane
And face the darkness all round….
YET….
I went, armed with a sword
Life’s sword that struck at my heart
And caused it to bleed
A heartful of memories
Too full of bitterness and gloom
And a mouthful of dust and mud
That I had gathered, along life’s way
I went, brave and positive
Knowing I would conquer life
Conquer failure
And every cloud
Looming large and ominous
In my sky
Deriving strength from experience
And knowledge from the wise
To strike at the heart of darkness
And herald a new dawn…
That was yesterday
BUT TODAY….
I am old
Frail and weary
With unseeing eyes
And an enervated body
A mind all numb and sore
Alas! Only clearer and stronger with time…
Chastising my folly
And asking
Me-what am I??
Toy or puppet
Whatever, made only to strain
At the bonds
Binding me to life
This cruel, ruthless life
With its eternal, scornful Smirk….
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