GREAT DARKNESS by Carol B. Meenen

Like the breeze that blows across the lake,
And the trees swaying in the breeze,
She is gone forever and never to return.
A vision of loveliness goes away for ever more.
  
In the doom of the darkness we suffer from birth to death,
It is hopeless and we are almost helpless--
The victims of a disease that rapes our bodies;
And we become desperate victims of its wrath.
  
But you are finally here to rescue me
From the bowels of this terrible state of despair;
And I will forever be grateful to the one thing that cares;
Cause apparently some do not give a damn.
 
So, we go to the most welcome state of dream land,
And we once again revive our exhausted bodies
To survive the next stages of symptoms we cannot fake.
Then,  the new day dawns and we are ready to live again.
 Because we survived another time of great darkness.

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