Lost - Poem by Donald Yates
Though light flows over me
darkness fills my being,
For I am touched by life's tribulations.
I smile and expel good cheer
to those around me,
But in the deep pits of my mind
lies fear and sorrow for the tomorrow's
I must inure.
Paradise is my goal, I seek it with
But my street has been one way
and I fear the blackness that
lies in death.
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