I heard from my father the body that aches,
Is only the body that's aching,
But here at the bottom, beneath all the waves,
Not only my body is sinking.
Asleep at the bottom of many a rain,
Where breathing is rotten with envy,
I'm late at the bottom to wake up again,
In my nakedness.
Lately if honest I'm barely awake,
The path I have trodden so heavy,
I weep for the promise I never have made,
I'll stare into dark 'til I'm steady,
Forsaken, I'm lost I've got barely a name,
I've nearly forgotten already.
Come get me.
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