Excuse the Drama

Sandra

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.

 

  • Author: Sandra Sparks (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 7th, 2017 21:50
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments1

  • FredPeyer

    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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