An Exploration in Rhyme
My hopes have turned into air
I simply could not care
Spring is here
My time is near
Depression’s terrible snare
Has earned its final scare
Wishing I could hug those dear
The great fear
Has chased away every prayer
It is not fair
Death’s twisted leer
Leans grim and clear
I wish I could share
The pain, and yet where
I can hear
Whispering in my ear
I would never do it! I swear!
Death’s cruel laugh sends out it’s final dare.
A single tear
This will be my last year.
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