Hair disheveled
Dress in disarray
In the corner
Cowering you lay
The past is back
Wolves dark & grey
Snarling breaths
You, helpless prey
I tower over you
Strong and proud
My face doesnt betray
My doubts, aloud
I have kept from you
A cure for your ills
A boon from the mystic
Staying up the hills
It will take the pain
Make you forget
Make me irrelevant
Is all i regret
The wounds will heal
Wolves, you shall slay
You wont remember me
All I did since that day
I can afford you
Beaten and bent
Clinging to my arms
A lifetime spent
You are a trophy
A possession to keep
Rules my ego
& conscience asleep
Then I see a tear emerge
Move down your face
Tiny, heavy with burden
Leaving a kohl trace
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Busy street and crowded
Just another day
But the crowd pauses
And makes way
Dark glasses, silky hair
Steps brisk & bold
Many a heads turn
A beauty to behold
For a glimmer of recognition
I am ready to die
I look up at you
& you just walk on by.........
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