World in Brown
I stumble through life wearing brown-tinted optics
Only a dying heart with which to scry, to scan
A gift bequeathed by an inscrutable giver
Who took away his loving hand
To experience a breath stealing decay
When every step falls in murky loam
My every which, my every way
All beginnings bleed into ends
Awakening careworn dusty trails
Beauty becomes funerary amber gray
So that even despair and sorrow fail
Lackluster what once was triumph
As if my world was blind
As if the earth's gone mad
And left me, sane, behind
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