Woe Is Me
Woe is me I’m lost not found
my feet not planted on the ground,
life is wrong and never right
poor me must always see no light.
Shadows overcast my soul
and nothing ever leaves me whole
I lack support from one and all
none come to help each time I fall.
None understand my misery
or want to hear the way I see
the world just crumbling all around
with nowhere any pleasure found.
Woe is me, it is not fun
I have to walk when others run,
there’s nothing that I’ve ever find
can take this misery from my of mind.
Ivor G Davies
Copyright © Ivor Davies | Year Posted 2016
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