Early Mourning
Here I sit
In the early morning
Without a bit of sleep
Here I sit
Deeply mourning
And so I gently weep
Life, coarse and unforgiving
Throws me about like sand
In a sea, unrelenting
Making its way to land
The moon
A soft sliver of white
Illuminates the sky
And brings conviction
To give up the fight
And allow myself to die
Copyright © Matthew Hamm | Year Posted 2006
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