The Traveller
Friday, July 29, 2011
"Why?"
Why is it that you leave me so?
Blind and stumbling, groping and falling?
Why do you make me suffer so?
A wounded heart, a seared soul?
Why is my joy always jaded by grief?
Oh, why is my laughter, my peace so brief?
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