Strife
By pl rage
I strive to end my sadness, to build a new life based on gladness No matter how hard I try, I cannot help but cry When everything I do goes bad, can you blame me for being sad? A sorrow that’s growing roots, from the depth of my soul it loots Robbing me of vital force, swiftly depleting my only source The hand of death strikes my face, leaving pain without a trace Shocked back to life, I continue my strife Written September 11th, 2001 © on Sep 11 2001 03:19 AM PST 0 • 1
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"I strive to end my sadness,..."