I was getting better,
the light at the
end of the tunnel brighter,
but you came with
your load of misery
and I fell into
darkness again.
Go away and take
the blackness
with you.
I tire of your laments.
I pray to come out
of the darkness
mot wallow in
my discontent.
the light at the
end of the tunnel brighter,
but you came with
your load of misery
and I fell into
darkness again.
Go away and take
the blackness
with you.
I tire of your laments.
I pray to come out
of the darkness
mot wallow in
my discontent.
©Susie Clevenger 2011
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