November Skies
Oh how I hate these cold and dark November skies
The gloom outside starts to creep inside
Killing off all the joy I once knew
Wondering whats keeping me alive
Trying to find a reason to survive
All these days and nights of loneilness
Maybe there are none at all
Might this be my last call?
If it is, I give my thanks to all that cared
And all that gave a damn
poem by David Kush
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