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Tom Lefort Jun 2020
When the glass runs empty,
When the bottle falls
And drops of life all are that's left,
The emptiness I consume
Betrays the man we best forget.

When all that pours is nothingness,
When the end is all that calls
And drinks the days I now forget,
The darkness I will choose
Hides this man and his regrets.

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Tom Lefort Jun 2020
When disappointment comes to call
I will be there, laid bare, find me there;
Open wounded and standing small,
Arms outstretched like a fool.
When just my fears are standing tall
I will be there, I would dare, leave me there,
To prove my worth was nothing much,
A slight of touch, fingers slipping,
Dreams were nothing, all I held
Were little more than grains of pain.
I will be there, still, always, just the same.

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Tom Lefort Jun 2020
I struggle, bloodied pride, hands still tied
To truths that seem to fail and fade.
Forsaken, mistaken, faith awry,
In my race toward no finish line.

I let you down, troubled life, feet still bound
To paths that twist and slip away.
Broken, unspoken, falling down,
My struggle, punctured hope, stolen crown.

TS Lefort June 2020
Tom Lefort Jun 2020
I opened my eyes and let the darkness in,
Every shard of evil cut me deep
Stole my hope, stole my sleep,
I opened my eyes and lost my light,
I lost my fight, I lost my life,
I close my eyes but you are already in.

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Tom Lefort Jun 2020
I tread those memories still,
Those well worn footprints never fail
To lead me, deceive me, free me
From these journies I can never end.

Walk, don't stop, homes long gone,
Torn from years once set in stone
That bind me, blind me, hide from me
A place to ever call my own.

I dread these memories still.
Yet return to tread their streets of gold
That take me, make me, forsake in me
The peace I seek to call me home.

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Tom Lefort May 2020
I was born of troubled love,
Those who searched but never found,
My first steps were upon their broken ground.

There upon that sinking sand
I sank my feet and ran aground,
And to their score of lies my hands are bound.

I am he who pays their price,
A child who bore that wage of shame,
This man so lost within the shadow of that pain.

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Tom Lefort May 2020
Deeper than these scars within,
Cuts the fear of failing you;
Runs wider than the seas combined,
Tides of time are crashing down,
I cannot stop this drowning man;
Gasps of truth still hurting you,
Sinking now in waves of shame,
I can never find my breath again.

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