Feeling So Bitter in My Lonely Bedsitter
It's an ill wind that has blown
And it blows no good to anyone;
A chilling fear has spread to heart and bone,
I can hear the cildren cry, the old men groan,
But in the deep of night
My little cat jumps on my bed
And I am not alone,
I have some solace.
I pray for those other souls,
They're reaping from some evil seed they've sown,
They wander in a barren land,
It's comfortless, they could not understand
My luck, the little furry friend
Who chases empty fears
Away, and drinks my lonely tears.
God send
Relief to those who have no friend
Like I do.
Courage comes in the strangest places.
This is my prayer's end.
poem by John Thorkild Ellison
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