Aftermath

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Aftermath

Surrounded by problems, I surrender as they begin to close in;
Constantly frustrated with all my patience wore thin;

Lost somewhere in the dark recesses of my mind with no way out;
The light at the end of the tunnel is only an illusion, forcing me to find another route;

Now another brick wall is placed upon my path;
My spirit is broken as I remain a victim of my own tragic aftermath;

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When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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