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I'M A LONE NINGER

I'M A LONE NINGER

I saddled my cradle in a lone way

Yet, comfort zone seeks I

My beddings laid fallow on bed

My rail wallowed without trails

Wherefore do my pain born from? 

...

Perhaps, a vessel channelled me on

Back on track race, motive to trace

My ancestral origin behead nowhere

For I lost grand and ground of care

Yet, cracks and strokes at befitting future

...

The fight fought, such beyond sought

Presumably, pre-seeable; seen before then

Now my heart heralds soothing breeze

Without hope from hopeful points

Yet, my bones wax stronger to life

...

My bond, my half; mentored mine in me

My origin stimulated independence

My ancestors simulated I, such to grow

For my (he)arts are borne of hatred

My heart burns, born of confusion


©Tex (2017)

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