Saturday, 6 May 2017

I walk alone by Grant Harbison

I walk alone
Desolate roads so bleak
Resolve diminished
Outlook firmly bleak
He who commands
Don’t think that He understands
Don’t think that He hears
Surely He must recognise anxieties and fears
But still
Those who thrive get the bitterest pill
And those who walk alone
Remain here still

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