It ails me,
I’m beset with woe,
For what must I give,
To just take hold.
I’m scorned,
Mocked by life,
Vexed by bad luck,
No matter how tried.
I want her,
I need her to feel,
The passions I hold,
That the world now steals.
A storm rages,
Lightning strikes,
Thunder rolls by,
On this woefully lonely night.
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