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Along the Cold Dreary Road
There was a time
Of life with joy and happiness
Not a single concern
Now I just have regrets to look back at
Little by little
The steps I take come to naught
Sadness and self pity
Make myself filled with apathy
With cowardliness as my virtue,
Of living a fulfilled life
I dream of everyday
Whilst the world dismantles my reality
Thorns and rusty nails form my way
In every step I take
All I have are flesh wounds and bleeding feet to show for
My days are filled with frenzied motions
Going through the moves
I end up as a saddlebag
Filled with useless rocks
Fear and regret as they’re my arms
Despair and desperation are my limbs
I trudge on, unable to shake off
Dreams and wants drawn and quartered by my fears and incapacitation
Thank you God for making me a coward.
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Suresh Vr
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