Seventeen years of no change and no luck
And all these fires only burn for so long,
Strong winds sweep in and then the flames are gone.
The silence shattered every hope I held
On to, like some naive child's fairy tales.
A wasted wanting, a pointless dream of
Some fool errand and how the world might turn,
The sun, the light, the brighter way,
Long dimmed from my vision, drifting further
Ever farther away towards the vast
Shadowy, forgotten realm of things lost.
It is but a ship on the horizon
Vanishing over the edge of the world,
Gone, an empty space, an endless void that
Never fills, never is made whole again.
The night calls but sleep and I are no more
Companions on this journey. I have left
The dreaming world to those who still believe
That dreams are worth pursuing; That one day
They might see their dream as something so real,
So tangible; a living breathing truth,
A hopeful whisper of the possible
But fighting the good fight just leaves me bruised,
Tired of the losses, the empty words
Of those few who would be the source of joy;
Those glimmering glistening ghosts of hope,
Whose siren calls are nought but empty wails
That ring hollow in the night, where I alone
Alone decide what lonely fate may come
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