Dull days full of rain
Will the sun ever shine
On my tired face again.
Empty days like a shrine
To a former brighter life
Gone all hopes of mine
No warmth only strife.
Long dark lonely nights
Muddled thoughts attack my head
I am tied down unable to take flight
Agonies and fears circle my bed
There is no where to run
Was it too much to ask
To enjoy a growing bundle of fun
Sadly it seems not to be my task……..
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