Destitute

Here I remain,
As neat packages went.
O, how I've never felt so astray,
Filled with much dissilusionment.

I've missed the banner
Explaining the essentials of my calling.
Messing up was never more practical
Than falling,

Woe to the keeper of my heavy tears!
I've closed the Golden Gate.
Lest I be burdened for the previous years
You've tutored on how to hate.

Admiring unclaimed meadows and seas
Won't shut the doors of my mind;
Though I've fallen now at sorrow's knees
Because you've fiddled with your pride.

As long as this plank is lodged in my heart
And you reside in your lofty dwelling,
I've considered the last of the fortnight,
And how to relieve the painful swelling.





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