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November 27, 2016

Disgusted, deterred, dejected and deferred,

anything but this life would be preferred.

Yet I refuse to choose another path

scared the abyss will swallow me in laughs.

Humiliated, nothing to offer

no gifts I can bestow or can proffer

So I stay determined on the thinning line

between a great fall and a great decline.

Balanced on a rope up high between rocks

Pride keeps me going against all the knocks.

All I have left to cling to, before death

the cause I must trumpet till my dying breath.

From → Poetry, Spirituality

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