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The Weapon Of Solitude
A lonely walk to bedroom cold
Just lying there to grow so old
No warmth from heart entwined with mine
No special hugs my soul to dine,
Just sorry thoughts and empty silence
Hurt so bad, by lonely violence,
Alas such feelings cant be shown
For that would break a happy home
But lying here for one more night
Brings one less day that i can fight
To save whats left of who i am
And stop her crazy master plan
I'm almost lost for all to see
For underneath this all.. it's me
Will I survive and learn to live?
Pray God... for I have much to give.
poem
by
Dave James
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