What I Got

Soul Poetry

What I wanted,

was not to be,

it would seem.

For my dreams

all remain,

forever...a dream.

What I wanted,

was laughter,

upon a smiling face.

But was only left

with pain,

etched deep, in its place.

What I wanted,

was freedom,

from this torturous state.

Though all that was given,

was this

hellish fate.

What I wanted,

was sunshine,

without tearful rain.

What I got,

was relentless,

thunderous pain.

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