A vanquished life lays before
As time creeps past evermore.
The baleful eye of others (forever trained)
On catching us at our worst, still remain.
A troubled soul must wander dark hallways
A wallowment, abandonment marking set ways.
Yet, be still. We box on, feign bravery at its strongest
Like some obsolete balloon, of dreams, clinging on for the title of 'longest'.
Turn away in disarray
Bow your head, turn cheek to a decay...
That is the building blocks of today;
Survival and its internal struggle ever lead astray.
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