The Derelict Speaks
I built a house and then it burned.
I built a wheel that never turned.
I found a corner in this world,
Where words are spoken but never heard.
I fought for years and never won.
I wasted tears on a parted son.
I crept along slow like time,
Wishing hard my life was done.
I've spent my years alone and waiting.
Giving up and sometimes taking.
It seemed so easy at the start,
But even then I was faking.
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