Dreary Soul
There are many a times i ponder my death,
Dallying when it shall come to collect my debt,
In the cavernous depths of my weary soul,
I wait and watch to pay the toll.
Bottles of tears I've collected,
Bottles more to go,
Soundless and sleepless lo the faces pass and go,
Yet i stand blatant ,to face my fears and sores.
Taking its leave,
Stranded with guilt unseen,
I patiently yearn,
For the page to turn.
Loathing...
Hating ..
Awaiting..
Pining..
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