In the end
Here I am wanting to make ammends,
Yet I still end up with dead ends,
Eyes filled with tears ,
Seems i have reached the frontier.
A glimmer of hope ,
To me is like dope,
Expensive ,
Yet intensive,
I sacrificed all for her ,
Now i have all but her.
They say experience is the best teacher,
Looks like now I need a preacher,
To guide me on my way so I may not stray,
I will seize to capture ,
No matter the fracture.
The world I will not blame ,
Though it cometh with shame,
I will take up responsibility,
Let's just say it's about my dignity.
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