I look forward to death

My heart is pained

I feel quite bereft

 

Can I survive

this horrible time?
I pour my soul into

the sorrowful rhyme

 

A loner in the crowd

Toward one feels pity

A weed among roses

country meets city

 

My voice is a gift

one I enjoy

When alone I sound good

it's only a ploy

 

For as good as I am

there's always one better

For as hard as I try

I'm no trend setter

 

From teacher's pet

to least favorite of all

I long to quit

but for my soul's call

 

My passion lies with singing

and feeling like I belong

So I guess I'll stay with the choir

and continue to sing the Lord's song

 

23 Sept. 02