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New poem for those who like to read
13 years ago
Glory of Nothing
With a new year.
Comes no cheer.
That is left with a wake.
Of new mistakes.
Left to rot in the uncertainty.
And bask in the glory of nothing.
To call my own.
With the new year I have been striped of my pride.
And Yet there is no need to.
Hide that I have cried and felt dead inside.
Tried to lie and give my self some sense of nobility.
All I have been given is humility.
Defeated and depleted.
I can only imagine the worst to my curse.
Never to find happiness to my cause of set backs.
In the end there is only being alone and dying like a beast
or being caged like one.
With a new year.
Comes no cheer.
That is left with a wake.
Of new mistakes.
Left to rot in the uncertainty.
And bask in the glory of nothing.
To call my own.
With the new year I have been striped of my pride.
And Yet there is no need to.
Hide that I have cried and felt dead inside.
Tried to lie and give my self some sense of nobility.
All I have been given is humility.
Defeated and depleted.
I can only imagine the worst to my curse.
Never to find happiness to my cause of set backs.
In the end there is only being alone and dying like a beast
or being caged like one.
