The End of Days
I remember sadly days gone by
When tears like a river, shed from my eyes.
Of my regrets, there have been quite a few
And a deep price paid on the paths i'd
choose.
A family scattered, from here to there
Once a close-knit unit, now no one cares.
Kicked to the curb, and thrown under the bus,
I just live alone, with nobody left to trust.
The layered calice around my heart grows,
And whats locked away, only God and I know.
My mirror now shuns my morning gaze
Like me , its just waiting for the end of days.
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