Solitude and Pain

February 26, 2017

There is a cry uttered through the night's cold wind

A cry which proclaims stories of the storms within

A voice of pain bellows to the abyss. A voice which wishes it didn't exist

A voice longing for the means to the ultimate end

A time where happiness is no longer pretend

To find a place it can call its own

But instead it wanders in darkness.....forever alone.

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