Lost in a world that does not care
Forgot a time full of dispair
Left with nothing to compare
Nothing left to declare
Withstanding burdens with no chair
In the wind left feeling bare
Tripped and fell on the last stair
Struggling prey caught in the snare
Blinded by the brightest glare
Moving on the boldest dare
Running free like the last Mare
Nothing in the world to share
Living is untimely rare
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Author:
StephenJames (
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