Thoughts I need to erase and replace
With shadows of forgotten lines,
But there are still shadows on the face
Of this still yet endless time.

And it strikes me where I stand,
This constant reprimand,
Take the turn don’t yearn for that hand,
The hand that brought you down
And turned your words around,
The one who broke

Everything to where you choke
On the weight you bear for this fleeting hope…
And your strength is gone again…

As back and forth in wondering
You always seem to go again,
Falling into this disdain,
To find comfort in the rain…


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