in the depths of a frozen mind
you'll find
a hole
in that paralyzed soul
where there once was found,
safe and sound,
a light
that conquered the night
with a comforting glow
that once did show
the path ahead
but now it's dead
and absent this light
there's panic and fright
and risk of a fall
that could end it all
at the end of a rope
without hope
so I beg to know
where it did go
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Poesía"Poetry can be therapy, so shut the door and get comfortable, we've been through a lot since our last visit. Glad to see you brought coffee. Just a reminder, I know this is expensive, but like life there are no guarantees. I do expect to stir s...
