My best is gone now
my prowess squandered
hope wanders
behind so distant
it stumbles blindly
come find me!
My withered spirit
is eminating
self loathing
whatever happened
to the man whose insight
lit dark nights
I still have something
the shattered edges
sharp ledges
they cut my fingers
but I'm still climbing
no whining
The path is set now
no longer falling
risk calling
one last adventure
no longer aimless
or graceless
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