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Sing – a poem about…………

Shackled within this blackened tomb ignorant silence rains downwards on me as I long to hear my Mother sing.

Sweet lullabies soothe my angry mind melodies recited with a measured responsibility how I crave the sounds to present calm.

Catastrophic storms erupt within my weakened existence intent only to bring forth sufferance taking delight in inflicting harm.

Our ‘Mother Mary’ no longer listens, so hear me now my lover never let me fall from your grace I pray for you to sing.

#Love #spiritual #salvation #depression #mentalhealthawareness #poem #Hope #poetry

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