TWS #20 — Another Lost Day



life is wasted when your soul isn't growing

Life ticks by and seconds becomes
a marshal of all things lost
And the precious few gains
Tender consciousness taken
by promises shot to hell
A hope of not today then
tomorrow stretches on
And the infinite hours of
searching becomes like death
A torture of heart and head
bearing on with mercy
Where the strident plea
finds no rest


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