Torment
(c) September 25, 2001
A wishing well of thoughts
my mind seems to be
wishing for the end
of life's endless grief
Useless nights of torment
my dreams bring to me
dreams of hidden treasure
this world will never see
Past time lost to ego
selfish in my youth
future days uncertain
what path will I ensue
Still the door is shining
just can't find the key
impatient for more clues
torment fuels the need
Happy in my saddness
some might say its so
to lend myself to suffer
is the only joy I know
Yes the hours late
times become a friend
lifes waiting just inside
I see the loving end
by Ricky D. McKean
(c) September 25, 2001
A wishing well of thoughts
my mind seems to be
wishing for the end
of life's endless grief
Useless nights of torment
my dreams bring to me
dreams of hidden treasure
this world will never see
Past time lost to ego
selfish in my youth
future days uncertain
what path will I ensue
Still the door is shining
just can't find the key
impatient for more clues
torment fuels the need
Happy in my saddness
some might say its so
to lend myself to suffer
is the only joy I know
Yes the hours late
times become a friend
lifes waiting just inside
I see the loving end
by Ricky D. McKean
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