David Wicks

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Soul - Poem by David Wicks

A soul wanders, dark and weary.
The night amps its painful dreary.
It cries for help and no one answers;
Shatters from its gloomful cancers.


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, March 25, 2007

Poem Edited: Sunday, February 6, 2011


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