October Cry

Without the stars of space
To guide my darkened path,
I clumsily fall flat on my face�
Steadily sinking in a tear bath.

Without the wheel to steer this car,
Drifting aimlessly down the street.
It wouldn�t seem like I�d get very far,
But this frantic denial I can not defeat.

The answers lost in the drops of rain,
To the questions I�ve asked again.
Always hoping to contain
The lost daze of helpless pain.

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This poem is original and copyright of Ben Ellsworth.
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