Man lost

*This poem was given to me by Richard*

Why do I have to say a word
when things are to be said
for I would rather sit here in silence
where voices cannot be heard

I don't want to speak of things
that no one will understand
cause I am lost in darkness
and no one is there to dry my tears

And just when I see sweet success in my grasp
I am shot down again to be moved passed
for I am a man lost in the past

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