Poem composed on September 25, 2008
If the fact can proof that you never quite came
Then why do I feel as if you’ve already left
Inside I wonder if you feel the same
Abandoned in between tall valleys’ deep cleft
If the truth tells that I’ve never seen your face
Then how is it that you are constantly in my mind
Just like a blizzard turning expeditors half blind
I am trapped in a state of hazy glazy daze
Elevated into a higher kind of irony
I am climbing against the cliff of destiny
At each crawl it hurls out mockery
Making the path towards the peak so slippery
Am I defying gravity
Am I denying my identity
Squeezing out the last drip of dignity
I fell into the deep gorge of self-pity
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