If anyone is still out there
I'm still in here
If anyone can find this
I'm still lost
If anyone is looking
I can't be seen
If anyone hears
Those are my screams
On that dark road
Wind rustling through the trees
Feel my ghost in your soul
My blood falling from the leaves
Used to walk here
Till time finally got me
Now I live in your dreams
Just won't let you be
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Stop stealing my material, Wanker!
Can anybody find me somebody to love?
Each morning I get up I die a little
Can barely stand on my feet
Take a look in the mirror and cry
Lord what you're doing to me
I have spent all my years in believing you
But I just can't get no relief, Lord
Somebody, somebody
Can anybody find me somebody to love
I work hard every day of my life
I work till I ache my bones
At the end I take home my hard-earned pay all on my own
I get down on my knees
And I start to pray
Till the tears run down from my eyes, Lord
Everyday, I try and I try and I try
But everybody wants to put me down
They say I'm goin' crazy
They say I got a lot of water in my brain
He got no common sense
I got nobody left to believe
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Oh Lord
Somebody, somebody
Can anybody find me somebody to love
Good poem, I am too weary to explain how the sound, the rhythm, repetition and word choice work to convey a meaning, too irritated at my own flaws and failings to...wait there it is, the main glimmering thing that sustains life and meaning in your words...the sincerity and the sense of movement...underneath it all there is a sense of tryig, of trying to connect and to keep going and (don't gag) but an impulse towards kindness that actually encourages the reader not to wallow but to read, enjoy, feel and keep on...good job Rambler.
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