No More

There is no
more than this, I have
sought and  found
nothing, I have
planted and been
fruitless - a barren vine
I have listened to the
clock chime the
lateness of the
hour and know that I
do not hover here
forever - soon all too
soon, I fly to find
the sun, I fought the
long defeat
and did not win - without her
I am nothing, I have
nothing won
I nothing live and
nothing find and
nothing  sow - I grow
blind and dumb, all
signposts gone - blinded
by a promise like a
crock of gold I
did not find, my
rainbow kept on
travelling and me
trailing on behind, too
slow to catch its heels,
wail in frustration at a
destiny unfulfilled
an empty  hand
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