I was born
In the fires
Of tragedy
Delivered
Unto this world
In the pools
Of sorrow
And horrific suffering
Tantalized
Into thinking
I am worthy of
A shot at happiness
When it’s torn from
My hands so quickly
That I am left
Once again
Drowning.
I was born
In the pools
Of regrets and
If onlys
Only able to shake my head
And ask what it is
That I must atone for
Because
What have I done?
What is it that led me here?
My arms
And hands
Grasp in the water around me
For leverage
But there is nothing.
Darkness has fallen
Upon my soul.
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