I never quite know
The scope of your haze
Sound neurons eroded
Bonds severed in vain
In your mind
There I bare no deeds
No land for resting
No soil for seeds
loathing of self
Steadfast in dim eyes
Conjures in dear ones
Rivers runneth dry
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Author:
Hem (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: I beg of you, I can’t be an endless fountain of patience.
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