Solitude
I live in a barren wilderness.
Thoughts of those I miss are few.
Nothing but the midnight sky to watch.
For leaving them behind I have no bitterness.
Although this world all but feels like deja vu.
For this existence is but a splotch in mine reality.
Some of my previous life's are coming clear.
All of these memories will soon accrue.
Upon a greater reality of one I will try to drink away with hard scotch.
Be it through this life or the next I am alone for that Is my fear.
Upon my next dream I hope I will be with them again mine Bauch.
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