Is There Hope? - Poem by David Blake
Treasures, the memories by the
sea, the things that should forever
be. Having nothing but the
dream I often wonder why I walk
alone when I could be free. The
chance to love has left me with
nothing that I can claim as true.
Longing for more than the
passions of the night, I now in
this verse lament. Trying to see,
I bow my head and find mercy.
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