Solitude is the lot in life
Believing in all that is good
Life changing decisions
Multitude of heartache
Giving to much
Finding no pleasure
Passion died
Smothered by compassion
Walking alone
Trying to reach out
Finding no hand
Paying for mistakes
Never truly knowing why
Changes mask what is deep inside
Learning a lot
Not enough though
To make you stop
Letting me go
Walking a line
Not seeing the path
Waking up
To an empty bed
Void of all that once was there
Journey taken of free will
Road ended
Here I stand.


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