Desperation and grief,
steal life like a thief.
Darkness and oppression,
become complete obsession.

Sadness slips to unbelief.
Grimly search for sweet relief.
Bleak and dreary soul possession,
gloomy words make their impression

Blackness shows dark affusion.
Hope appears, an illusion.
Light, shielded, comes too late.
Fear is found as fortune's fate.

Tears result in mad effusion.
Glee and joy are dawn's delusion.
Misery wounds in winding plait.
Gushing horrors sudden spate.

© 2014 ajwrites57
A Long
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