i am not an honest poet

my lines are not as steep as the road i journey

my words are not as rocky

my breath does not pass with the ease of each phrase

nor sentiments so deep as blood runs through my veins

and dawn breaking! its beams of hope shine unrelentlessly in my tired eye,

so i dwell in Shadows’ Sheltering Depths, and follow to Unassuming Night.

with daylight i return, 

to rewrite what i learnt

to spin it some beauty or youth

but this is a lie, and these things will die

you are welcome for the truth

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