Far Past My Bedtime
At the end of my weakened rope,
I debate my Fate, then I pause
For I'm standing on the Edge of Hope
From a World so full of flaws
What was real has fallen Fake,
And that is why I must escape!
Nothing's True and nothing's Fair-
A Dream from which I never wake...
Copyright © Just That Archaic Poet | Year Posted 2013
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