It will be as if my roots
Have all but worn away,
When I finally go.
A part of me wishes I'd stay -
Here with you,
And all of those who
I have waited for all my life.
But it will be as if my boats
Have gone and sailed away,
When I finally go.
Anywhere, but here,
I cannot stay.
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Remorse, Regret, and Those Things I Cannot Forget
PoetryThere are monsters inside me which I have let roam free for much too long.
