Tired by alison

Created by dena 9 years ago
The walls are closing in now Im feeling very small The pressure here is making me Get down upon the floor Theres no escape from misery Hopes and fears no more upon my mind weigh heavy For there is no open door. Icast the fateful runes Upon a sunny morn When the air was sweet With heaven scent The sky was then untorn But now the dark clouds gather In the recess of my mind And inner peace or outer Isimply cannot find!