where smiles and frowns still hide
i yearn to know why i exist
and search there deep inside
a thought embraces and imbues
across my weary soul
where scars left from the deepest cut
reveal how i'm unwhole
how can i shine beyond the rain
where do i go from here
the clouds are pierced and won't let up
the thunder calls me near
perhaps i'm meant to grieve and grieve
and grieve forevermore
i guess it's why i still remain
where i'll not reach the shore
where i'll not reach the shore
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1 comment:
Nicely written and great flow!
These are questions I have often asked myself. Writing helps.
I also believe that we all wear masks... but some of us are more willing to admit to it than others.
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