Beggar

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  Cobalt eyes watch from behind, always watching, never helping

With only concrete shoulders as company and a wood floor at my back


I curse these transparent shackles

I clench my eyes against the harsh navy

I plead for mercy from these turburlent seas


but sirens whisper through the sea and make me turn my head from all their pleas to stay

They all say I just need to do, is to let it go, but my soul refuses to forget those bitter days of you.


I now have no regard for their many voices


Dreams now taste bittersweet


I don't know where I'm going, I tried but, my compass always leads back to you and so it had to go


How can I pass this Mountain in front of me, when I can't even move my numb legs?


I refuse to turn begger and ask these violent voices for relief


So, I wander lost and blind through this storm, trying to ignore the voices demanding my soul.

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