it’s the groaning, spoken
a feeling, bleeding, bruising
remembering the broken
silence in the heart who’s losing
it’s the story, unfolding
dark as a shadow, stolen
by the ghostly, scolding
even my breath is swollen
it’s the distance between hope
and the futility of grave doubting
oh, if only I knew how to cope
how my soul is shouting!
it’s the color, gray and bleak
too weary for...
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