Write I may not.
The days ever grow hot.
I ponder the thought;
Drift have I?
From the writers,
And friends near bye?
Full moon is it.
Yet I sit.
In the still.
Feeling ill;
But pondering, in the night, lowly lit.
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Depressed Days
Write I may not.
The days ever grow hot.
I ponder the thought;
Drift have I?
From the writers,
And friends near bye?
Full moon is it.
Yet I sit.
In the still.
Feeling ill;
But pondering, in the night, lowly lit.