Where
Where is it
My mind I have lost
Carried away
Like a letter in the post
A void need filling
To stop the spinning
I'm going mad
no ecstacy I'm feeling
The words aren't making sense
I feel lightheaded
It's no pretense
This body's beheaded
So spare me lord
Take my soul
For it is all I can afford
And bless it...
Copyright © Cynda Davis | Year Posted 2021
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