Magnanimous

I am so weak.
Giving in to beggars and thieves
leaving the door a jar
to rob me blind
Even though there are no jewels
Just piles of ash left behind
Given anger and so much hate
Turning blindly
But it’s already too late
The door is closed.
A yearning
Magnanimous
For affection out of reach
Empty inside
From all the lies and deceit
Make a play of love
A sad record on repeat
The atmosphere made of lifes
forgotten seeds.
But even so
empty hands
still reach
Pain is all they find
Welling and soaring
Building and pouring
and now I am falling
falling..out of reach

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