From Hell

From hell with love,
I send to those above.
I lie here next to my soul.
Down here where control,
Has forsakken me.
I want to be free,
From the barrier that has me surronded.
I am hounded,
By feelings of doudt.
I could scream and shout;
Or even pout.
But such feelings are drought,
And I'm without
Release,
Or peace.
My pain could increase
or decrease
I decease.
From hell with love,
With a flap of the wing of a dove.
I find my true love.

by Sam Price

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