Little Life


Under the moonlight
Where the Roses and clover
Lay sleeping – I am
Long past tears and whining
I have wept too much in my life

With trembling hands and sad words
I will keep the little life I have
And wish for solitude – to live
Forsaken, to die forgot
To waste and wither day to day
In the time of shame and sadness
Why shouldn’t I fill today
With sorrow about tomorrow

The shadows thicken over the skies
No night so dark- no time so empty
Rain clouds that spoil the splendor
Of the sky – I fold my hands
And wait – no care for wind
Or storm – my soul now grieves
For much that’s past
Forgetting to wipe the fleeting
Tears of sorrow

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Not much to tell, antisocial, bipolar, loner, poet. That's me in 4 word's.

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