I have fallen into a pit of resentment,
Resent for having to be here, no open door;
No means of escape, no means of other opportunities,
I have to stay up here and try to qeull my fears
Oh the hurt has banked up too much,I cannot hide my tears.
As my values go sailing in the air
from lack of fervent care,
as my emotions are flattened,
battered from the wash of the high tide
I remain reserved, and silent until I find the one in whom I can
confide.
Copyright ©2008 DaniqueWilliams
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