I look about and all has changed
A void is all I see
Hope is useless, and I'm all alone
No one here, just me, Just me
And as I think about it
I realize that there is no Tomorow
So alone, forever I shall sit
Wrapped in a cloak of Sorrow
And as the blanket of darkness covers me
Blackness runs from pole to pole
Now I am the Captain of my Fate
And the Master of my Soul.
Reason for writing:
Everyone said that this was a good poem, and convinced
me to send it in
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