Bogged Down
I am stuck, held fast in The swamp extends for miles
A bleak and barren swamp In ev’ry direction
Where few men dare to Bisected by the
Venture Lone road
I vainly struggle as One more person walks by
I watch friends come and go But she turns and looks back
Never caring to Giving me one last
Look back Sad glance
My body is broken And so I doggedly
Deteriorated Trudge on, still hopeful that
I am suffering I will not be left
Falling Behind
My mind is a blank slate The light is starting to
Devoid of emotion Fade, slowly leaving me
My thoughts are lifeless I bravely fight back
Empty Because
I am just a mangrove In the back of my mind
Mired in this muddy marsh I still hold on to a
And I am, truly, Hope of not being
Alone Alone
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