NIche

The road is set. I must not fault.

To live a pawn, or die a thought.

Every day, tis all for naught.

To change my fate is dead and rot.

 

I try to love but I am blind.

I cannot see the path behind.

The tale was told a-time before,

Yet I forgot and wanted more.

 

My actions thoughts and story here,

Have shown my one and only fear:

To be alone in time and space,

Where only God may know my face

This poem is about: 
Our world

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