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Dissapointment
All my life broke up, like some great river's ice at touch of spring. The world lay stretched before me like the open palm of my hand. Alone, like a storm-tossed wreck, on this night of the glad New Year. An anxiety hung like a dark impenetrable cloud on me. An envious wind crept by like an unwelcome thought. Dissatisfaction had settled on my mind like a shadow My thoughts are buzzing like a swarm of bees And my mind is like a lonely wild. Life stretched before me alluring And various as the open road. Loneliness struck me like a blow as I sit there motionless as a plumb line. My thoughts ran leaping through The green ways of my mind like fawns at play, And every nerve in my body seemed like A strained harp-string ready to snap at a touch. My memory and emotion surged in my soul like a tempest. Talking and thinking became to me like the open page of a monthly magazine and days have trampled me like armed men. The Milky Way lay like diamond-dust upon the robe of some great king. Sharp hail rattles against the panes And melts on my cheeks like tears. Theories sprouted in my mind like mushrooms. Walking somewhat unsteadily like a blind man feeling my way Weak and frail like the vapour of a vale And trembling like an aspen-leaf. It was one of those times you feel a sense of loss, Even though you didn't have something in the first place. Betrayed and wronged in everything, I’ll flee this bitter world where vice is royal, and seek some spot unpeopled and apart where I’ll be free to have an honest heart.
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