A Loner's Lament
what else could i write?
nothing’s left in my fight.
when all reluctant faces turn,
my eyes will darken and burn.
i thought of many solutions,
yet none have seized.
i brought in more pollutions,
in my life, i never pleased.
what else is in sight?
promising souls alight
in an upbring of my return,
from within a body i churn.
burnt and darkened eyes,
turn to a face that cries.
with nothing left in my fight,
what else could i possibly write?
Copyright © Lennon Hammett | Year Posted 2022
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