Young Writers Society

I saw him in his light.

A kin with no fight.

One of mine a faithful.

With the resolve of a turtle.

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I sat in my darkened pit.

Throwing myself a little fit.

Why... why did I lie.

To his face, under the sky.

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Who can judge me now.

Me who worked like a plow.

Unending and very tired.

Even in the life I admired.

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I loved my self and no other.

Rejecting all, even my brother.

I followed their words, every one.

But not one helped, none.

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Now my kin lies in heaven.

His happiness is leavened.

My loaf is sour.

As my mind goes on hour to hour.

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Why did I reject the cries.

Hiding deep within my lies.

I understand now, what to find.

But it is too late, and I'm treated in kind.

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The Darkness where I stand.

Is what I chose, my command.

This is my new life.

In death, in pure strife.