The Desolate One
Peering through the broken glass...seems no one cares for me.I tread upon the shifting sand that toils beneath the sea
Holding to the Hand of Faith that leads my way through life....
I trusted that Hand with all my worth...until it let me die!
Betrayed by friends, misled by fools, I writhe in my own tears.
Who led me into this pit where I've suffered all these years?
Lead me to the Wretched One who sees joy in my pain.
Lead me to her stench-filled lair...she'll never hurt again!
Poetry by Jason Monroe
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Written on 2007-07-12 at 20:40
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