Cryin Soul

by harold   Oct 15, 2004


Night over comes my crying soul.
My heart slows in this cold.
I watch others & my sadness begins.
I trade places in my mind.
Happy for a moments time.
I open my eyes...
Shall I lay and never awaken.
None will notice.
Who will care.
My heart is mine.
Deaths in the air.
None to love.
Not even myself.
This world is cold.
The world is dark.
Night overcomes ever inch of my soul.
My heart stops...©

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