Drifting Hell
I sit here alone it's cold and dark.
I don't know where to go which way to embark.
Drifting along a lost ship at sea.
I'm lonley and desperate,
for my past I do grieve.
I've fumbled big time there's no doubt about that.
Now I'm burning in fire that's just like ice.
I'd take it all back if I had but one chance,
but I've blown it forever now I'm stuck in this dance.
So I'll sit here forever mourning my loss,
I crossed all the lines now I'm paying the cost.
poem by Michael McParland
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