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as i wax older memories get stronger ghosts get bolder their haunting, longer whispers always been are getting louder this world seems much less real the spiritual that much prouder trying less to conceal but woe the strength that once was mine the strings i used, strong as twine, to attach 'n bind to Supernal Mind have fled 'n left me crippl'd 'n blind i knock on a door feeble 'n lame shivering reed, battered, ashamed, stutter as i've forgotten his name, i lean, exhausted, on door-frame beyond i sense a thousand souls connected with mine that reached their goals deeply embarrassed I curl up inside but now there's nowhere, nowhere to hide is there anything, anything at all that'll allow me to stand up proud and tall, to emigrate to yon Elysian Fields as body surrenders to dust and yields
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May 31, 2021
May 31, 2021 at 7:23 AM UTC
Getting Old
as i wax older memories get stronger ghosts get bolder their haunting, longer whispers always been are getting louder this world seems much less real the spiritual that much prouder trying less to conceal but woe the strength that once was mine the strings i used, strong as twine, to attach 'n bind to Supernal Mind have fled 'n left me crippl'd 'n blind i knock on a door feeble 'n lame shivering reed, battered, ashamed, stutter as i've forgotten his name, i lean, exhausted, on door-frame beyond i sense a thousand souls connected with mine that reached their goals deeply embarrassed I curl up inside but now there's nowhere, nowhere to hide is there anything, anything at all that'll allow me to stand up proud and tall, to emigrate to yon Elysian Fields as body surrenders to dust and yields
BLT's Merriam-Webster Word of The Day Challenge #emigrate
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May 31, 2021
May 31, 2021 at 7:23 AM UTC
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