One day.
That's all I wanted.
One day, of respite
From the searing pain,
And the icy clutch
At my beating heart
Which calcifies by the minute,
Bathed in the constant
Drip... Drop...
Of my mineral tears.
One day.
Is too much to ask.
Too much - a burden
On all around me,
And the endless waves
Of sadness, crash around
Inside my weary head,
In time with the
Drip... Drop...
Of my briny tears.
One day.
I'm still waiting.
And I hope, I pray
For the sun to rise,
And the light to burn away
The sea in which I drown,
And my happiness
May yet be found...
One day?
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Author:
SerenWise (
Offline) - Published: June 3rd, 2019 18:50
- Category: Sad
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Comments2
as a general rule, it would not seem too much to ask, but then again.. it depends on what you may have done previously...... unhappiness is a state of mind.. not just a statement..... Neville
The happiness and light are there for you - hopefully this day.
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