Thursday, April 16, 2009

Deliverance: A Cinquain

Full of worry, full of sorrow, a life away makes sense
In this feeling, always reeling, no more options left for me
A fallen angel, an archangel, no one to my defense
All sullen lies, as I do cry, death is all I see
I can't recover, as souls hover, no chance for deliverance



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