Oceans of Misery
Tear stained cheeks,
rivers or streams?
Oceans of misery,
suicidal dreams.
Taking my life,
is not an optoin.
For my role,
is that of captian.
Looking for words,
seems to fail.
Teaching the young,
ne'er to prevail.
Wishing those tears away,
drying my eyes.
Each moment of the day,
my soul sighs.
If I take those dreams,
into actoin.
This would cause,
a horrid chain reaction.
Tear stained cheeks,
rivers or streams?
Oceans of misery,
your suicidal dreams.
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