Darkened Gloom...
Where I sat
Alone in his room
Where he fought
His darkened gloom
I�ll never see
What he did
What he�ll never be
Because of what he did
I look around
To see a life
Driven into the ground
Without an answer why
Trophies that lined his wall
Are now memories
Of dreams never lived at all
Just priceless things
He died so young
By his own hand
Before his soul sung
Or his heart could understand
Where I sat and looked out
Alone in his room
I sat wondering about
And crying over his darkened gloom
- Joeann L. Hunter 10/22/01
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