Weary

on

I stab at the depths
for birthing me into dark.
That envelops me
and tears me far apart.

I am nothing at all
but a burden and hell
will welcome me and my
stories I have to tell.

Mine is an arc of pain
my life has held on too
many times I’ve bled
and died in lies true.

I am a man of the world,
who needs some rest
from the broken dreams
and beat under my chest.

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