Troubled Soul
The same old rigmarole
That feeling of melacology
My spirit someone has stole
Can't remember when felt happy
If I could heal my troubled soul
But too my mind and body
its been a never ending goal
looking for inner sanctuary
When inside a giant hole
That used to feel like plenty
Wanting needing to feel whole
Instead of always half empty
the prequel to shadow of a doubt
Copyright © David Scott | Year Posted 2019
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