There is a shadow hanging over me,
It blocks the warmth of the sunshine.
The shadow will not stop and leave me be.
My hope is as thin as a fishing line.
My dreams feel crushed inside my heart,
A longing for love in a dark, dark spot.
The overbearing darkness is just a start,
My hopes and dreams are as small as a dot.
The glee I once felt is a faint memory,
Just a story that is no longer mine.
My unspoken thoughts could cause a quandary.
The story of a life once lived was fine.
But now it is just a cold dark whisper
I feel like a lost and lonely pauper.
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In the Words of Megan Benfield
PoetryA series of poems I've written. If I write a poem, this is where it is going to end up.
