My eyes behold a vast expanse I once had promise to fill A task much less daunting when I wielded greater skill. Some think better of me, that I possess all of it, still…. Would their minds be changed if they beheld my arid quill? My story had come to a quiet end a very long time ago When I decided to escape or become lost in the undertow. Another chapter I had finished, I had many more to go…. If only I had the foresight to the conclusion I now know. Imagine what I would’ve given to any wandering sage Or what I would have sacrificed for the hand of a mage. None have ventured upon me, towards my darkened stage…. Everyday and one I add to my life another blank white page.
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