For the human with no hope

Nobody understands those hurt of heart more than I,

an uncomfortable bed sewn from our sorrow is where we lie.


It is buried within, under the sparkle of an eye and the shine of smile,

the pain amongst us, a never ending tribulation and trial.


To those filled with regret and despair, have my soul and keep it as your own,

a gift to you, so that you may never be alone.


To those trapped in an infinite bleakness, to which you always roam,

Please know there will always be in my heart, a place which you can call home.


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