confused

no fear tonight
no hope sucking blight
no wrenching reminder
of my pathetic plight

perhaps but a short rest
perhaps just a mean test
perhaps to lull me into sleep
but if I die before I wake
there's nothing left for God to take
no stolen soul
for death to keep

if this should be a joke on me
if just another hopeless plea
if morning comes and I but see
more of the same
more misery
I'll just be glad the Sandman came

I'll take it on the chin
I'll not expect to ever win
I'll face the world with an ersatz grin
I'll make it through
I always do
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Experience is a brutal teacher.