David Wicks - Soul
- 10 years ago
A soul wanders, dark and weary.
The night amps its painful dreary.
It cries for help and no one answers;
Shatters from its gloomful cancers.
David Wicks
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/soul-25/
The night amps its painful dreary.
It cries for help and no one answers;
Shatters from its gloomful cancers.
David Wicks
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/soul-25/