Reflections and Shadows

Fate's Spurn

What have I done to feel so keenly,

the sting of Fate's spurn?

Why must my affections fester,

into an infection that does burn?

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Heavy have my breaths become,

which drag my heart down deep.

Never has this path I travel,

ever seemed so perilous and steep.

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Bereaved of my heartful yearning,

are shoulders that slump.

Buckling under a burdened spirit,

are twin knees which bump.

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Inching along this now craggy way,

I gulp down all my doubting fear.

Glancing up to a dead tree perch,

I catch Destiny's cold buzzard sneer.

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Forging my gaze back ahead with steel,

press on I do for an end not in sight.

Though wounded, wary, and weary,

I'll not surrender hope without a fight.