Where No Dreams Dwell

Where No Dreams Dwell
Form: Quintilla

I sit alone weary and tired,
Again the darker thoughts acquired,
To take me down where no dreams dwell,
The clouds of doubt billow and swell
And nature leaves me uninspired.
I gaze upon the world I knew,
And see nothing is ever true,
Then turn away, put on that smile
Pretend I'm fine for a little while
Inside my heart is bleeding through.
I wonder what I am fighting for,
My soul cast out as once before
I wonder who will take this life,
By bullet shot, or sharpened knife,
Left cursing until there's no more.


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