Awful tears that fall
upon my crossed arms
drawing more droplets,
sobs all but warm.
Clenched nails like claws
that gnaw my palms like a beast.
So many flaws
fought without defeat.
The loss of my cause,
aggressive regret;
yet life does not pause
even with goals unmet.
These raw thoughts
linger longer than they must
against my law
to not remove their dust.
If I couldn’t fall
and instead could fly…
ought to enjoy the wind so raw
since if sought now its suicide.
Dull life that brings us all
through trials so cruel;
numerous names we call.
are we all just fools?
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