Melancholy or morose , on the best of days.
This was the coldest summer ever, not in temperature but way. It rained and poured each and e v e r y day. Misery dragged, but was never far away....guilt and misfortune only added to the array. Lifeless thoughts spinning in a suspended mind, suspended in emotion not function or time...Deep thoughts trans-versing , too far to find....in search of nothing.....twas nothing 'er to find.
It was the coldest summer ever...its wonder I'm not insane...
all the racking done to my brain...But nothing can hurt someone..who no longer feels pain...
-Divinity
June 2008
Wonderful poetry. I think you write some great things. Keep it up!
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