The Eternal Shore (poem)

There I was upon the shore.

Ever walking in silent bore.
I continued walking, never stopping,
even when my legs got sore.
There I was at midnight glance,
and knew I had little chance,
but kept on walking toward the light.

Life has left and death has risen,
hope to escape a following prison.
I have always cried in this sad defeat,
and yelled and screamed because of my sorrow,
never hoping for a bright tomorrow.
I have long forgotten the date,
all I want now is a reasonable fate.
It may be slow and last forever,
but I will always go, I will always go.

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