What Is Left
All that ever fueled you
was this singular desire.
It brought a smile to your face
and supplied your heart with fire.
It was the root of your passion,
it was the source of your spirit.
It screamed so loud in your soul,
why could nobody hear it?
When you shared your ambition
in hopes of assistance,
you were brutally welcomed
with vicious and callous resistance
Now your heart’s like a wasteland
your soul, thrashed and battered.
What is left in the world,
when your only dream is shattered?
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