what is left after the useless raging
but remorse for one's mistakes and and ignorance?
what is left but acceptance
of the limits of human vanity?
you can't talk to anyone
we all pick our forward
each of us sure of our paths
but to each of us our own aftermaths
listen to no one
not even me not even teachers not even scripture
each of us trods our own Valley of Thorns
and each of us finds our way through or fails
there is no grief or mercy after our falls
only the silence that to our reckoning calls...
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