13,581. THIS OLD FEARSOME....

THIS OLD FEARSOME...

This old fearsome solitude really

wears me down : In thinking of

you, it's nothing but my depression.

How come this has to be? I wonder

while I wander; and there's so

little left of me.

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Can I choke at your oasis, at

least, before it's gone? Your watery

reflection shimmers like things used

to shimmer on tarmac when I was a

younger man. Oh, don't get me started.

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Now I willingly wear this shroud of

lethargy everywhere I go. Why?

This old fearsome solitude, it's now

messing with my mind. Not knowing

where to go, nor knowing where to

turn. Not knowing what I'd find.