dread...
you feel it deep-
you fight-
you weep-
you try to
let it go...
you push it back-
you walk away-
and fill your day
with smile...
you sometimes sigh-
you often cry-
you ask
the question why...
you go to bed
with heavy head
with heart all
thumping hard...
you roll in pain-
you dream in vain-
and wake with
blackest dread...
Joy Weare.
1st April, 2008.
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