Life is sometimes not what we wish it to be.
What is this hand?
Pressing against my heart
I carry the burden alone
Wade through the valley of tears
Abyss of water from eyes seeing the
Hurt in others gaze
Sorrowful wailing resonate
Each step taken is a struggle
To the next
Hand presses harder
The beating heart slows
Death smells victory
Waiting patiently for
The dying rose
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