DARK THOUGHTS
I come with thoughts darkly,With no happiness, No light,
I sit on the edge, Throwing rocks,
Hitting all that pass,
Here I will remain,
Till these thoughts shall vanish,
I shall not exist,
But only be a memory.
Richard E. Cartledge PHOENIX (c)
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