A Poet To The Unknown, (on her faded mind)



And to me you came as a thief
To take that which was so dear to me.
And now that I enter my prime
Nothing is all that’s left of me.
My life treads a way of despair
Though I wish I see me atop.
But does the Lord not hear me pray?
Patience I hope, will see me through!

Lancelot

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