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Melancholy Spirit

I keep waiting for the sunshine
But all I get is rain
This melancholy spirit
Fills my soul with pain

Lost I wander aimlessly
I know not where I go
My prison bars are hopelessness
Freedom I'll never know

Locked in total darkness
No hope to see the light
Just a forgotten memory
A spirit of the night

Not looking for a future
But praying for an end
One more day is way too long
In the hell I'm living in

One day soon I'll breathe my last
As loved ones begin to cry
My torment here is over
I close my eyes and die
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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Taylor Avatar
March 26, 2010 at 2:08 PM
Real sorrow and despair.
Bathsheba Avatar
March 25, 2010 at 8:38 AM
Now that is melancholy Larry - You sure can knock them out lol - Enjoyed even though its a sad one -:) Thanks for sharing Larry -:)
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