
I was in a particularly foul mood when I wrote this piece. It is a bit dark, and desolate.
Rated: Fiction T - English - Poetry/Angst - Words: 54 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 03-24-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3007745
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The wells of my heart are
Overflowing with the
Tears of my sorrow.
They deprived me of my
Happiness by
Taking it to borrow.
They leave my spirit
Torn in two,
Unsure of what to follow.
Alas, the chalice is
Half empty - nay,
Entirely hollow.
Today is drenched in
Misery.
I truly dread tomorrow.
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