Desolate

I have not written a line

Since this pause in time

I struggle to see

What has become of me

What seemed so great

Is now too late

I was wasted away

Now my soul will pay

No truth to be found

Sadness abounds

At the bottom I weep

The climb to steep

I did this before

But I can do no more

Only myself to blame

As I carry this shame

Deep into the abyss

No one will miss

No one pulling from above

Too rotten to love

Desolate and bare

A fate unfair

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