Waiting For Contentment

I dragged myself out
Of a hole in the ground
With the breath of a lion
The roar of a child
A flowers contentment
To be alive

How tall is my joy
Only let short by the
Rumbling night
When did everything
Become such a fight
The heavy morning sings

My story is the story
Of a lifetime of regret
Like a lake brimful
Overflowing

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