Broken
Oh, t’is only pain that lingers in the corridors where my mind traversed
As now, my weakened and tired frame relinquishes its powers
Allowing existence of the overbearing ache and the rule of its force
I roll over within my standing grave and cry out, “No more! No more!”
But, to deaf ears my voice travels, while the being of pain laughs
Breaking the man that once stood high, proud and willful
I am, no more
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