When the waiting grows too hard to bear
And the tempest’s din is all that I can hear
I call your name and plunge into the swirling waves
Let the ocean carry me down into the depths
Where only the hollow voices of the lost
Echo in chasms of eternal dark.
Jane, I’m shivering after reading this! I love it… it appeals to my inner despair and darkness, lol, especially that last line! Yes, dark indeed!
I love delving into these morbid sentiments. Can’t stand horror stories but miserable ones, now you’re talking!
Lololol!
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