Blinded By The Coldness®
What lies beneath
is a Mercy Wreath,
around her broken heart and soul
for on earth she'll never be whole!
She feels she's taking up useless space
in a world where living's to take place,
she'll only barely exist
where once by such life she was kissed!
Not just a member of The Dead Writer's Society
the President is Sally,
her inspiration doesn't seem to be
getting all the way thru and that's a pity!
A worthwhile difference she doesn't feel she'll make
if she stays here too much at stake,
her lonely bitter tears she'll continue to cry
falls on too many a blind eye!
There's a lot that are there for her
but they're too far away and they're in danger,
of losing her to the ground
when finally peace is found!
©HOPE of that day soon........
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