I send out my regards
Into a world I feel lost to;
Guarded as I've been,
Ousted. Costly.
Lauding as I've been of my allegiance,
I'm depleted.
Sleeping in the never after,
Nagging at my noxious sins.
Lowly, and with few or no apologies
To give,
At least in life.
I dream to pass, into a worldless, wordless
Laughter.
A surprise that left its faith
Upon my lap,
To finding all my dashing after.
I call out to tomorrow,
To still what words elicited this sorrow,
And not a phrase that's left, I guess,
To borrow yet another dressing of
What tests my nerve;
A steeled thought that caught it's own
Demise,
Addressed against the face of everything that mars and marks;
In tragic lark song soaring,
In the boring out of truth;
What imagination makes this magic
Of my eyes?
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