Ice On My Soul
I can't hear the violins, that soothing sad song, I wish I just could hear it again.
Captivated by the tragedy in day to day existence, oh how it eats away at me.
Encroaching is the feeling of digging an early grave.
Only God knows how far I will truly fall.
No one can tell me I didn't give it my all.
Misery - Despair
Yes today I felt like I died.
Since you must know I seen myself fall into deep.
Only God knows how I will survive the day.
Understand my life will do nothing but fade.
Live and let live, poor and poverished.
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Ahh.....the beauty of poetry
Ahh.....the beauty of poetry is being able to say just what you feel! Good write!