No Heart, This Time
Heavy on my heart is this hurtful hand.
Taking me to that timely place I can’t stand.
Deep despair and dying, in dreadful days.
Hurting me, hindering me into a haze.
Lonely lagoon how long will you linger.
Fighting this farce, and those who point a finger.
Spineless, soulless, suckers they will steal.
Leaving you long over lived, lifeless, unreal.
What can I do to wear out the daylight?
The future seams flawed, fake, to much to fight.
Various variations, vaguely of me.
Wearing down this wide, wild, world I see.
Copyright © Tara Shaw | Year Posted 2011
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