What is it ?

What is there to fear,

What is it that makes you tear,

What is it that comes unto me,

Gripping me, looming over me,

An ocean of sadness,

Not a drop of mirth. 

There may be reasons several,

But I can see none. 

I become small

And smaller and smaller,

Till I know myself no longer. 

Hang in there’ is all I can say

Cause whatever I may,

I cannot shake it off

Till it lifts gently,

Leaving behind me-

A shattered soul,

Seeking respite. 


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