Day of sound deadening,
Road of relived regret;
Years do bring comfort when
No matter where you go
You're where you are.
Face in the cold reddening,
But jaw and eyes are set;
It doesn't matter where you've been
When you do not know
What's left, or just how far.
Another night threatening
Your worries to abet:
Like all women and all men
You keep on driving, even so,
That little glimpse of hope, your guiding star.
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Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.
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