Monday, March 10, 2014

Languish

No matter how much I yearn,
No one shows any concern,
I cry out to my friends for help,
Not one of them hears my yelp.
A stream of tears runs down my cheek,
As I writhe in pain and grow weak.
Frustration has reached its highest peak,
A little peace and calm is all I seek.
I wish someone would free my soul,
And lead me far from this hellhole.

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