A Net of Tears
While chasing after my beguiling muse
I fell into the bottomless abyss
Free falling into darkness does confuse
Despair replaces fragile happiness
This chill of loneliness I've felt before
No longer does the darkness summon fear
Cause hope is like a beacon on the shore
And love of friends provides a net of tears
But getting out is not an easy task
It all depends on just how far I fall
And when I reach the top I'll don my mask
To hide the shame and stigma of it all
Then once again I'll strive to reach my goal
To find a cover for this damn manhole
an original poem by Daniel Turner
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