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stayed on the river bank
all day long until dusk
but not even a bit
on the fishing rod
there is this waiting game
that leaves alot of loss, as a trail of no hope
looking beyond the edge of the hieght
for a ray of light
ears are blocked by the thudding of the heart
mere fear, for the future is bleak
working oneself to the bone
curving deep into the heart's core
for answers of actions long history
nothing tangible achieved
hope is lost, feeling damned
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This peom is about a woman in my life, who is suppose to be there for me but is not.
Dreams, desires, id and ego.
This poem is about our failure to feel fulfilled by our constant consumption of life.
Read it and find out.