Sore

Sore
Restless by night,
weary by day.
Staggering through dreams;
not knowing the way.
In need of a guide,
but unable to submit.
Not wanting to follow,
though skills are unfit.

Abandoned by some,
unwanted by others.
Everyone’s gone,
my thoughts are a smother.
Now I'm alone,
and unable to cope.
You’re all I have left;
my only hope.

Please save me now
from the doubts in my mind.
I’m losing myself,
there's little else to find.
All of my hope has
walked out the door,
breaking my thoughts
and leaving me sore.

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