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I thought I couldn't and I couldn't,
the shadows of fear, like a veil,
sheltered my dreams in the dark night,
and the echo of silence stole my longing.
I thought I knew nothing and I knew nothing,
the words drowned, hid themselves,
like withered leaves in a rushing river,
whispering in their currents, my melodies.
I thought I had no strength and I faltered,
each step a faltering, a silent cry,
doubts clung, like chains,
and the weight of the world, a heavy destiny.
I thought the burden was too much and I fell,
the ground embraced me in its cold reality,
I liked the sense of progression of the poem. The lines beginning with the repition of 'I thought...' are particularly strong at leading the reader down the path of doubt to resignation. Are there hints for rebirth at the very end?