I look around to see
What is left of me
After all my dreams have fled
And my doubts rise.
Where is the future now?
Before so bold and true,
It turns decrepit to me
Wasting into nothing
But blanket misery.
I long to feel a touch
Of comfort and tenderness
Yet all I know is silence.
My mind can conjur dreams
Of what’s supposed to be.
Still disappointed I stay,
Knowing it’s all a fantasy.
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