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timmy's poetry - 12. Chains
In the early morning I can hear its song
though its wee small voice is fleeting
my soul yearning for something more
and sadness I can feel comes creeping
And the tears sit waiting but are not wept
for what earthly good will it do?
I can cry for an age but it would not be enough
There is no cure for what ails, not even you
You speak of hope but I have none
at least I don’t today
But I cannot do what must be done
To take this pain away
On days like this I am tired of life
of the pain I carry like a canker
It’s a Dickensian chain heavy and thick
and its weight wants to drag me under
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Names, places, characters, events, and incidents are based on the authors' lives and experiences and may be changed to protect personal information. Any resemblances to actual persons (living or dead), organizations, companies, events, or locales are entirely coincidental.
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