.: As Fast The Moments Slip :.

I speak of longing. Joy’s been dashed from my lips.

My thoughts are thronging. As fast the time from me slips.

Won’t you hold my head? For it’s heavy on my neck.

No water or bread. Can do aught for this sad wreck.

I hear no laughter. But I know the sound of pain.

And what comes after? Will these sorrows ever wane?

What joy in leaving? Is there hope beyond this land?

Life’s so deceiving. Won’t you still my trembling hand?

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Title and Description by: Me.

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