Poetry, Quill


In the wonderful abode,

That I used to call home,

I found my strangest dream,

I wonder why, the sands of time,

Never flow as I want them to be,

I wish that I would someday find,

Some reason for my misery,

But this wonderful time,

Will pass me by,

And I’ll be gloomy again,

Still trying to hide the pain,

This is caused by something,

That I know I can never be.

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