Oh baby, I'm sorry
I don't think you know
The power you have over me...
I gaze out
At the twinkling city lights,
The darkness beyond
Engulfs me in sorrow.
I let the music wash over me,
Ointment on seeping wounds.
I tried to go down
To the chapel today,
But the doors were barred -
A heathen,
They wouldn't let me in.
There's nothing more to say,
I disappoint daily,
Living my life
Shrouded
In the stifling linen of fear.
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Author:
SerenWise (
Offline) - Published: March 1st, 2019 20:03
- Category: Sad
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Comments1
A very relatable write, but I sensed a tenderness as I read which tells me there is hope 🌟
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