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I fell down amid the streets  got up dusted myself wishing  noone had seen how I have been wishing a path to light beyond this wrath to fight beyond  this aftermath  but nothing so far wishing for  the next turn after this heavy run  that can predict  that the fall can be fun wishing for lesser bleed that doesn't stain the meed but only calms down the greed within that speaks of being sober  wishing for greater stride when I climb down  the mountain of pride while I see faces that grinched  at me over and over wishing fate to debate until after the slate to be wiped clean from constant slaughter wishing pain to be part of very much everything so that you  aren't left alone under a sad looking stone  *pic courtesy pinterest art collection

The Road Was My Own

Into the forest..
As I walked..
The trees looked down at me.
I could see..
My feet chasing the ground.
Soul stretch …
Was the naked sketch.
Of voices that surround.
The unsaid words..
That I never heard..
Was a fleet filled with birds.
Childhood hugging…
Falsehood bugging..
Left inside..
Was the sweat trickling below..
Making an attempt to sort narrow..
But forever shallow.
Defining virtue..
Over needy leaves…
Tip toeing into dry crumple..
Stumbled on a stone..
While thunder erode..
Refusing the turn..
As eyes got wet..
Took the wrong road..
That I went alone..
Was definitely my own.

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