Remnants

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Poetry Of An Aspergian

What’s left for us to achieve

When everything is given

What glory is ours to attain

If the titles have already been rationed

Sometimes, I find these words a challenge

No issue with vocabulary or melody

Instead, the question we all ask

Hating the answer, understanding eternal truth

Who will ever listen to me

I throw down my pen, words incorrect

Jumbled, stumbling over waterfall tears

There’s no place for me, none for me here

I leave so many lines unfinished

Their silence does it

For me

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