Leaving a hall of discord and
Still grieving for all my mistakes
Then returning

I'm seething at what I have found
And the counsel of higher life
Still leaves me burning

I'm waking to sounds that have
Not been around
And my old place of refuge collapsing

Im weak, and the atrophy;
The thing that has become of me
Has lost me for all but cheap acting.


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