Woe Is Me

Woe is me I’m lost not found my feet not planted on the ground, life is wrong and never right poor me must always see no light. Shadows overcast my soul and nothing ever leaves me whole I lack support from one and all none come to help each time I fall. None understand my misery or want to hear the way I see the world just crumbling all around with nowhere any pleasure found. Woe is me, it is not fun I have to walk when others run, there’s nothing that I’ve ever find can take this misery from my of mind. Ivor G Davies