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Going Back

Trudging through snow

in June, I guessed

that this is what

life feels like.

Its cold

unforgiving

a struggle

to achieve anything.

Those believers

reminding

all is well

what do they know.

Have they

finished it

their guarantee

positive outcome.

Like life

a warming sup

of whiskey

will ease.

Hope will

drive you mad

but is somehow

required.

Bitterness

is just a residue

left by

continuing struggle.

Nothing is infinite

I die a little

every single day,

bleak isn't it.

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samuel-francis

English

Published: Jan 14, 2011
LinesWords: 3280

Notes: Copyright Samuel Francis

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