Torment
today we hide, tomorrow seek
ordeals unending, soundlessly
reaching toward the helpless meek
mindless strength is given falsely
end it all, but never does it
never are we given our life
to delay it is our source of strife
Copyright © Syd Floyd | Year Posted 2010
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