Woe Is Me!
Lips that speak deceit,
into hungry souls, with doom and gloom,
and of times gone by
till the mocking bird flies
into a spiderweb of pasty white strings,
that brings a bitter taste in my soul.
Knowing that life goes on and on.
My memories forbid my heart
to ever love or be loved in return.
Lessons that I have learned
do cause my heart to spurn
this mass called exsistence.
I pity the soul that is born
into this world of chaos and despair,
no solace anywhere...
The eternal clock ticks and tocks
and bitterly mocks
the empty, crying, agonizing voice
of one lost soul who makes
the wrong choice...
and falls in love with three wrong men,
never finding a kindred spirit,
my life, to join within...
Only Jesus can help my heart to heal
the scars from past lovers,
their anger with zeal
tryimg to sabatoge and kill
my innocent heart..at their will.
Copyright © Connie Arcemont | Year Posted 2008
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