Tears.
Anguish.
Fear.
Ache.
Lay your worries unto me,
Rest your weary head.
Fury.
Injustice.
Pride.
Loss.
For I shall bear your burden,
In your sins, I toil.
Merriment.
Hope.
Promise.
Love.
Where in those, do I stand?
For now I'm left with nothing,
But desolated dreams in sand.
Memory.
Lingering.
Dissipation.
Gone.
Past these primes of glory,
Forgotten and forlorn.
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