My confusion grows

Shadows all around me
I gaze at with unrest.
No rest for the wicked,
Numb like all the rest...
A crown of thorns upon the
beast.
No solace, no sorrow
swallowing my tears
I look upon my self
to wonder who am I ?
and is this a test? The burdens,
of life, grows ever powerful,
and yet leaves me full of wonder...

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