Same other day

Darling heart my unease flows

in waves and ebbs unknowing

where turbulence is common ground

and the edge of weight is growing,

to suffer is to say the least

at the countenance and purvey

rowing ever hardened grounds

the struggle day to day,

yet in my wayward obstinance

I turn to face the grave

a sigh escapes these frowning lips

at the path that I have paved.

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