is never that of breadth
only in youth it was
pain so untold
rule the realm
and never did the cloud pass
until way past
until another emerged
and in fear i faltered
a teenage in shadows
whispers of death and carnage
cuddled my blood and i,..
lost myself in the murky place
where victory was mine
i reaped nothing
for nothing a sowing begets nothing
hesitation took the day
way past where a man is formed
in the kiln of life i cracked
a deformed jar is soon crushed
wasn't so lucky
a loner in life
cried for graves UN-beckoning
defined by a solitary thought of hate
and where they go when in need
indeed it escaped the lonesome
power is for the wielding
the powerful rule the frail
this power being given
i vowed...
never erect a monument
for another but myself
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