15 january 2012
The End...
An Oldie I've dug out from 1974....
The End...
The voice of hate
I've heard of late
Has sunk me down in terror
A crippled ship
I drift the depths
Of navigators error
Once bathed in light
I'm now undone
Left struggling in the dark
My memory turns
To days far gone
When the voice was of a lark
So tortured life
Now ends in strife
I gasp in vain for breath
Just left alone
Froze to the bone
I'm shaking myself to death.
©Rhumour 1974
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