Despair
Now you've gone
you've turned out to be wicked,
with some useless air
you are in highbound despair
At the verge of high emotion
you confound your tenses
on a merry go round
please find your own way
perturbing on the cheap
isn't very lifesize
Allow the setting Sun
to be your guide
Feeble as ever
who will ever set you free
Copyright © Antony Glaser | Year Posted 2024
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