The Blinding Drape

I once was full of hope and wit,

The world was mine to hold and change.

And then I lost my grasp and hit    

The ground; my mind a mess, deranged.

Now darkness pulls me down, into   

the depths of weary, wavy seas.

They stand and watch as I fall through,

ignoring all my straining pleas.

The world now dank and bleak, my strife,

a dimming hole I can’t escape.

Desiring a fresh, new life,

I try to shred the blinding drape.

 

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