I would shed my tears....
yet...
I've found it harder and harder over the years....
I have compiled all of my loss like a bulk-sent package that has been sent out to sea...
beaten....
swallowed by the crashing waves...
crushed and ultimately lost....
but if you'll hear me out...
at whatever your cost.......
there is no treasure I'd receive.
no recompance I could forsee... no hope over horizons that beckons me...
like ship wreaks....
there is often nothing left.
crying, broken, dark and bleak inside I've become crippled, destroyed, beleggered
starring into loss and deep beneath the sea I hide...
whithout a soul in
whom I'd confide..
©crash33
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