No Avail

   The action proves something

Regrets are made nothing

A temporary issue

Things happen and you make the consequence

Lacking the same… a conscience

Having advantage

The same place, I went to wish in the well

The water dried out from drought

A dry Hell

I asked for it to No Avail

The reaction is a hypocrite

The stains of memories pass, you try and rid


Building issues, on a never ending funeral

You’ve ate too much, your belly’s full for fuel

Not enough

Your first breath is your last death

Your complaints are restraints

The story you’ve told, is another fairy tale

It’s pawned

And of No Avail


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