Feeble Restitution
Always constantly alone
I mutter on to sadness
Without a pulse of life,
which then pours on dismay.
Pondering site inside a mirror.
Justifiable that it will crack.
As will the loneliness that does me.
Is there a better path to be exact?
Or is my end closer to being near?
In search of immense survival
-something in the realm of miracles
That's going to be nearer,
or on a quickened arrival?
But I'm I the one that is liable?
For my reckoned stance of fate;
Can better days would be so great?
Is not someone's preponderance,
at my shallow fate?
I mutter on to sadness
Without a pulse of life,
which then pours on dismay.
Pondering site inside a mirror.
Justifiable that it will crack.
As will the loneliness that does me.
Is there a better path to be exact?
Or is my end closer to being near?
In search of immense survival
-something in the realm of miracles
That's going to be nearer,
or on a quickened arrival?
But I'm I the one that is liable?
For my reckoned stance of fate;
Can better days would be so great?
Is not someone's preponderance,
at my shallow fate?
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