A Little Rhyme

everyday another story
every moment tells all.
every word in all its glory
stands before me, proud and tall.
wincing now i stop to look
what all these years of joy it took
what many brave battles i’ve brook
what great plateaus underfoot shook
nowhere i have to turn
no one do i ever see
while all around me burn
i alone stand forever to be.
is to be seen to be trapped eternally
in a nightmare of life passing silently?

*shakes head* goes to show how i’m absolutely useless with rhyme schemes. bleh whatever. an attempt is an attempt is an attempt.

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