Down and Out on the IslandA Poem by MarkDown and Out on the Island My heart bleeds tears, my soul weeps blood. Navigating through the misty shroud of my discontent. Empty and alone, I am surrounded by pain and sadness. So I choose my solitude as refuge from those who would inflict their narrow mindedness upon me. Not knowing what tomorrow brings, there is only now. Logic and reason have become strangers to my plight. Understanding has left me by the wayside. So I am left unto myself. However painful, there is is the knowledge, that this too shall pass. So I can only bring myself to wait for a new dawn. Copyright 2014 Mark Stitz © 2014 MarkFeatured Review
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