'My sorrows'
I write to
pass the night
To save
myself from fright
And I hope
I don't see
The sorrows
around me
I can see,
one behind the door
One,
sitting on the floor
One,
staring from the screen
Oh One,
that is filthy and lean
The sorrows
all have come
To turn my
night glum
I write to
keep them at bay
So they
dare not stay
I want them
to be gone
They do not
belong
To hide
behind my door
Or to sit
on my floor
My room is
not for you
Go on, off
with you.
But they
look so sad
Maybe they
are not that bad
I will let
them stay
Let them
stay a day
Come from
behind the door
You, the
one, on the floor
And you, Oh!
Filthy one
My sorrows
and I are one
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