DANGER! DANGER!
WARNING! -- Excessively BAD poetry ahead.

If you can't stand bad poetry, read no further. If you can't stand "feeling sorry for yourself" poetry, read no further. If you can't stand non-rhyming poetry, read no further.

Remember: You have been warned...

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I can’t remember where I am,
My dreams have come and most have gone.
A few remain around the fringe
To taunt me here with losing hope.

So I struggle on as I must
Confused and lost, nigh rudderless.
I feel not love, I feel not life,
I feel not hope nor saving grace.

So what then do I feel these days?
A sense of loss, a sense of hate
For a world that has no place
For one, such as I.