Looking Back.
At dusks approach
Upon my ill-spent day of life
Far past this sorry endeavoring
For redemptions blessed sanction
No hopeful words or actions
To scratch that I ever existed
In these flow of trials
To which I am ever bonded
By passing time on my aging status
A day frozen solid caused by my vanity
Tightly entrenched in this place
Well beyond usefulness
Accepting in repentance
I have no scions with which to continue
Biding the last of my moments
With an unheard regret…
Within the heart of my steely core
That one pure passion I suppressed
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