Thursday, May 29, 2014


sometimes in my loneliness I cry
and wonder softly why
no one loves me or cares
if my heart is full of despair
then I see only darkness
stretching out like an abyss
and I think it would be kind
to my heart and mind
to be like smoke blown by the wind
if this heart I cannot mend
Janice Kuykendall - 2014

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