Despondent
No proof in the way I lie
The feelings concealed I only deny
Testing my strength at seventeen
Realizing thirty-five is not a dream
Circling vultures in the sky
Waiting for the dying to die
In my head it's the same
Circling around is only pain
Waiting for this feeling to subside
Like wind swept clouds from the sky
Holding on is so deranged
Stubborn pride must be changed
Copyright © Michael Craig | Year Posted 2019
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