Poem -

LET IN SOME LIGHT

LET IN SOME LIGHT

In my deepest sad sorrow
A place that no one can see
I'm drowning, sufficating
Fighting for air, just to be
Days upon long painful days
My days have turned to night
Returning to my sorrow
A curtain shuts out all the light
But I am fine, f.i.n.e
With a smile on my face
I am fine, f.i.n.e
I leave behind all trace
Things are not always as they seem
But deep on the inside of me
Sorrow's dressed up, looking good
While I slowly drown at sea
In my loneliness, my sorrow
In my deep despair
I often wonder...
Does anybody care?
People ask; How are you?
But do they really want to know
Are they just being pleasant
Sending you off as you go
It's not the final curtain
It's a life long fight
To open up the curtain
And let in some light
 

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sparrowsong

Hello Gayle...

Thank you very much...

You gave me a great idea...

If it works...

Where do I send your check?

60/40?

50/50 We split postage?

Great write!

Thank you for sharing...

sparrowsong

 

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Gayle McMillan

Hey sparrowsong; If I spark something, it's all yours. Go with it. I only want to see Your creative genious. Thank you!

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