Mon, 05/27/2019 - 00:16 -- PaulaB

The dreams that I had; 

they are all broke

No purpose at all;

I’m all out of hope.

Blackness surrounds me

I can feel my peace call

As it hears my plea

At last the night will fall. 

By biggest regrets;

Are that which I’ll never be. 

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