Willing my heart to turn into stone
So tired of always feeling alone
Who once did I turn to when the sadness sank in,
When first I had a feeling of stretching too thin?
I know, lord I know, this cannot last long
Wholly immersed in the saddest of song.
With no one to hear my silent plea
Desperately I cling to remaining sanity.
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Author:
Sandra Sparks (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: November 7th, 2017 21:50
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Comments1
Sandra, a well constructed, well written poem. Sad, but with a little hope at the end. You know, when you are at the bottom, the only remaining way is up!
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