Burning Man
Further down a slow, sad spiral I sought my
youth in Truth's denial- contrary to fact, the
hardest impact, the trek would take me
ten-million miles! My strength depleted, my
quest completed, I rest at last for a little
while...
Just give me grief beyond belief of which I
may find no relief for soon I will tire with
the wish to expire- Let the fire burn bright,
yet brief!
Copyright © Just That Archaic Poet | Year Posted 2013
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