Poetry today,
with words
gone astray,
leaves me
to ponder,
that hill,
over yonder.
Where every
day I would
play, and
knew what
to say.
Words now
few, have
gone askew.
Wringing
hands-
what,
to do?
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Tattered ruins,
an empty shell,
discarded and thrown away.
Spirit drained,
once again.
The ride is over-
it never really began.
Was a moment,
merely-
a lifetime.
Summed in a word,
Lost.
Alone again.
Shunned again.
Ignored again.
This,
pastime.
I will not play.
I will not take the field.
I shall,
for evermore,
be,
the solitary figure.
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