Lament of Scorn
No words to mend,
Hell's lack of moderation.
No salve to cool,
This fire’s damnation.
No drink to drown,
This love's dying thirst.
No breeze to blow,
Away this wretched curse.
No passion to hold to,
Through days so trying.
No voice to scream
But inside I'm dying!!
Copyright © Susan Payne | Year Posted 2014
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