Alone
I know this beast It devours slowly Takes away the sparkle of hope From the eyes of wandering lost souls No one to hold on to In the darkness The second hand strikes out the years Devoid of the joyous sounds of laughter Only voices you hear are your own Shouting the pain of being alone
Copyright © Richard Ferry | Year Posted 2013
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