Out In The Cold

I have been left to die, cast asunder,
By the will of fate, to chase a lootless plunder,
I have achieved nothing, and now I am old,
I shall receive death, whilst out in the cold.

Nothing to console me, nothing to guide me,
I am the blind one, in the world that can see,
A hopeless quest, a story that might not be told,
Shall be reduced to nothing, out in the cold.

A future so bleak, and dark as the night,
The life of chaos, with no prevailing light,
I’ve thrown it away, most of it sold,
A sale I intended, to be out in the cold.

Now that I sit in the twilight of my life,
Thinking of every moment, of happiness and strife,
I hope you tell my story, if you would be so bold,
How I was abandoned, and left out in the cold.

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