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The Despondent Man
I'm so tired
of the wind blowing
by me for oh so long
that my weary eyes
and wintered bones
can't stand upon the ground no more
Forgotten years
but remembered words
have told me to keep on living
the life I cannot
while those who once stood opposed me
now lie, beckoning me to their side
My withered hands shake
as I stand alone in this field
and when I look up to the sky
it looks back down
smiling, saying
sleep
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