My circle of pain.
Through the dreamers dream I am a man of fame.
I feed on what farmers reap of gain.
I kept my promise, but more sadness came.
I said I would not recede again and I have not.
I said I would watch her graduation and I did.
Because of this vile promise made, I sit here and rot.
My thoughts of rejection engulf me but my recession she did forbid.
She had medusa’s gaze.
She turned my wall to stone.
And nothing of it was left except for haze.
Her touch laid decay on my body that cut to the bone.
But I noticed not till she left.
My heart and mind.
That she is one thing did theft.
This is what puts my soul in a bind.
Look at me now a man lonely at heart still in discord.
She lives in my dreams, there I ask the questions.
When see leaves I wish every thing was set accord.
Not an answer do I receive just as in reality; progressing oppressions.
She does not look upon me.
Not a thought am I given lest I am gone.
Instead she runs free.
Because my circle of pain returns and I am sad again I say I am done.
I do still love her and I always will… but she does not love me… so it is… dead.
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