I count the days
\nUntil the end
\nOf my fragile life<\/p>\n
Beholden to
\nAn unknown truth
\nFilled with unknown strife<\/p>\n
I choose this way
\nBecause I do not
\nKnow of any other<\/p>\n
Though I sense that I
\nMight one day
\nPretend to find another<\/p>\n
That my soul is near
\nA breaking point
\nSuggests a course awry<\/p>\n
Its pain so great, so heavy
\nso broken
\nNo longer can it cry<\/p>\n
Lost among the glints of hope
\nMy future
\nScreams in pain<\/p>\n
I steel it against
\nUnknown
\nAnd wipe away the stain<\/p>\n
Do I rise, see the joy
\nAnd see
\nThe unmarked road?<\/p>\n
Or do I fall, alone again
\nAnd keep
\nMy sorrow stowed?<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I count the days Until the end Of my fragile life Beholden to An unknown truth Filled with unknown strife I choose this way Because I do not Know of any other Though I sense that I Might one day Pretend to find another That my soul is near A breaking point Suggests a course … Continue reading A Course Awry<\/span>