Another one that got missed for the last book.
Copyrghted@RobMason2012
I present drenched in the refreshing
A preposterous pleasure
What comfort is this
One I must surely not deserve
Where is that darkness on a sunny day
I feel no more from frigid
Why did depression abandon me
I cannot fight
What I cannot feel
Where is the loneliness crowding
Alone with myself
And this spirit itching to fly
Who sent me these Angels
Now there are always expectations
Never expecting too much
No one was ever disappointed
How do I live this way
What am I to do now
I made final preparations
And came the eleventh hour
It was written in stone
Then I smiled
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