Poetry :: Muddled Fuzzy

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Muddled fuzzy brain
Plods alone in the dark
Its only companion
A weeping, broken heart

Without direction
So lost, confused
Always onward
Strangely not abused

One must confess
To be without a map
To have left with no plan
Is the next turn a trap

Perhaps sheltered
Without deny
Is there really hope
If she did try

Yet we all know
It would not survive
In this cruel world
The weak are not alive

Muddled fuzzy brain
Plods alone in the dark
Its only companion
A weeping, broken heart
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