The Misery of March
Empty spaces
All dark places
Scary faces
Without traces
Broken dreams
And darkness' screams
Promised rivers of gold streams.
Drapped in misery, cast in fear,
That's when all black voices appear.
Copyright © Finding Greatness | Year Posted 2020
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