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Ophelia
Days began and nights would turn
Through endless cycles of despair
The living dream, compelled by hope,
Carried away and lost in ethereal life.
Shattered byways that led to want and love
Broken by lies and embittered deceit
With the emptiness rotting inside.
Frustration abounded and sank In my heart
Fulfilment seemed to slip through fingers
As the quicksand o...
Wednesday 3rd February 2021 5:21 pm
The Storm Inside
When I’m sad the sun sets and clouds roll in
When I’m sad the world’s cold and grey
Rain lashing down
With its somber, lonely sound
When I’m sad the worlds not okay
When I’m angry and annoyed the storm rages on
When I’m angry clouds beat on their chest
Sharp light in the skies
Piercing through my closed eyes
When I’m angry I simply can’t rest
When I’m afraid...
Monday 1st February 2021 11:12 am
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