Surrender
Surrender......
Endless days of uncertainty
Dreams as close as the distant thunder
So called riches have dwindled to near non-existence
These are trying times.....
Restless nights, yet unfittingly dream filled.
Burning desire diminished to fading embers.
The longing for the need to be wanted.
The need to be needed.
These are trying times.
The void is now at capacity.
Unable to hear over my own screams.
I have succumbed at fate's feet.
These are my trying times.
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