I slept a restless slumber
Days grew in
number,
Until I
could not bear
It breaks
me, I did fear!
But then my
trusty friend
On that
shelf lying at the end,
Looked at me
pleading
Oh you, who
is bleeding!
Make me the
messenger of your tale;
So that
tonight you sleep well.
I wrote all
day, I wrote all night
Till another
knew this lover’s plight.
But I grew a
sickness no doubt
Cause it did
not stop with that shout.
I wrote of
happy days, and sad,
Of days of
peace and those so bad!
And as I go
to sleep this night,
I spy my
friend, little out of sight
Thank you, I
cry, thank you so dearly!
You made me
see life so clearly,
Black stains
on canvas they may be
A man’s lifetime
it is for all to see!
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