To Trudge

Emotional infancy, cherished for ignorance sake

Seen sadly squandered , sequestered for faux love’s arrival

Carry on, to the stars through difficulty 

Attempting to fill a cavity as hollow as the sky

Yearns for something never had, but tasted for a moment 

A moment, that moment, two lifetimes ago

A ghost of nothing, a fragment invaluable 

All had, nothing more, no one else

A novel cruelty, a freak in disrepair 

A hope for others, “at least I’m not that”.

Trudging along the lonesome highway

A drifter, a bard, a purveyor of righteous thought

Le sigh, et c’est la vie.

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