I am Wearie


O moon, how silently thy languish

Do above love to be loved

Wanders and flying clouds

That glisten with fallen showers

Upon my cheek and melancholy moods

Ask not what haunts unquestioning soul

The past, with grief that house

A hollow vow, for woe or pain

Sad home of memories

Left their traces on heart and tears

The moon, sweet listens

Nothing heard beneath the skies

Save my unhappy sighs

No one to soothe me as I weep

My life decays – woe was

The hour for nevermore

Here I sit lonely

For of my life I am wearie

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

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