And there ends my life
Am I alone or satisfied?
Am I forgiven or forlorn?
Is there brightness, or just scorn
Are there people that still care
They turn away, or maybe share
Their happiness and bright joy
Is there respect I can enjoy
Or is there cold and bitter dark
Abyss, ensnaring me as I embark
On lonely journey, broken and bereft
Self-pity filled, a shadow, mute and deaf
And there ends my life
Without flourish, only strife
The end continues on
I roll - a heavy, broken stone.
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