The days grow weary
Or the saying goes
I have a search query
For deep inner flows
Where have you gone
In desperate straits
I am less fond
Questioning the fates
Is this to be
The way of life
It seems to flee
An incomprehensible strife
Encompassing the darkness
In flail and in flight
A candle spark-less
Going out of sight
The water is dry
I am grounded
In disbelief I deny
That I am grounded
But nevertheless alas
The day becomes night
Knowing to the last
Truth delivers fright
No flows to be seen
Designed in flaw
Loss of my esteem
Stuck in a stall...
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