Downing In Despair
I write to endure the waiting,
My song is in my pen,
When will this loneliness start abating?
Will I ever play music again?
It sounds so sad, and sad it is.
This drowning in despair,
Knowing my life could be more fruitful,
Not in here, but out there.
Copyright © Steve Crismond | Year Posted 2015
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