Open Poetry #37 |
OS7-XXIV |
Professor Gloom Member Elite
since 2000-07-23
Posts 3082of Depression |
What waits in the morrow's morn Will the sun shine bright, Will the wind blow strong, Will it be cold or spring warm? Now I sleep this night With none to belong I hug myself tight to me, Will I dream Till sunbeams Caresses my cheek softly. How will I exist, How will I resist The sins of reality When in their sunlight I should just move on, I blight thier society. Yet where to move to, And what shall I do When I arrive to that there And how shall I be Not rich or pretty, Which forces me to stay here. What waits in the morrow's morn Will I wish not to be born. Gloom |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
I like this series Gloom but I can't seem to figger out the titles I so confoosed |
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