In the Madness
in the madness
a thousand voices singing
each a different tune
a million lights shining
and then there is the moon,
a slow motion feeling
that is done at high speed
just a wierd sort of notion
that causes my soul to bleed,
it has the want of death
tho my will is strong
but like that lost child
i just want to belong,
and there is nothing here
not a thing that can save
except maybe for love
to help fill this empty grave....
Copyright © Richard Poor | Year Posted 2015
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