Dark, is all I see and am today
I sit and think of how I feel alone
lost in these, my darkest thoughts I pray
I hope an answer will come to change my tone
The dark clouds are pressing in on me
I don't know when the sky will be cleared
I wait expectantly to be set free
It not coming is what I most am scared
When the cold and angry winds fly by
I feel my eyes are welling up with tears
I wonder, what is my attempt to try
And as I wait, the sky, it looks and lears
Every day I pay this dreadful cost
Every day I feel as if I'm lost
About the Creator
Magnolia
Have you ever just wanted to write? To write until you can't think anymore. Till all your thoughts are safely laid out on the paper in front of you, or a file online.
Why not share? If it helped me, could it help someone else?
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