Friday, June 23, 2006

No Hope

Lost in a terrible pool of despair
wondering, wondering if I dare,
Seeking a way out of this pain
I take myself to a higher plain,
Where these people cannot hurt me
where they can never possibly be,
It is a place of utter calm
of lovely peace and blissful balm,
They cannot find me, they know not where
I go alone to find some air.
This very lonely little child
would love to find someone mild,
Always destined to fight alone
with never one friend in this home,
It is a place where you do not speak
you never, ever open your beak,
This little child suffers in silence
through all the years, all the miles,
She has learnt it is far better
To be quiet and wear the fetter.


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