Lost
Lost in worldly darknesses searching for my light,Depleting every day only to reflect on the emptiness within stale daily routines,I weep for the lost and almost found,chaos has its own agenda,Time afflicts an unforgiving penance just to keep up with humanities pace, I struggle to find strength in blurred Instincts,Let my roots to my soul stem blessings upon all,For hope can grow higher than woes..
Copyright © Danea Scates | Year Posted 2018
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